KIEFHARING - Scratch Disk Lyrics

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Put your hands up
Move your hands
Put your hands up
Move your hands
Like you got ants in your pants
I came here f*cking, dancing
Came with the acid like Charles Manson
Bought the big shit, not the little tablets
Act like you ain't heard it like you heard it backwards
It's the Truman Show and you bad acting
Ride a small wave, now you style cramping
Had to roll a joint every time I dampen
You living in the moment and you know what happened
Yeah, I read the book, Yeah, I know it happened
The horn is on, yeah, go call the captain
Tell all these hoes, we be tired of capping
Go and tell your bitch that you need more action
You the type of motherf*cker, change the faction
You the type who rarely ask what happened
I got an ounce, you got a blunt, how we matchin'
Flip the script, yeah, bitch, no action
Run it through, yeah, with no passion
On the scratch disk, yeah, no backspin
Fried in this bitch, yeah no Zaxby's
Tell your rep, yeah, bitch, f*ck Texas
I'll pay my taxes, f*ck Texas
I mean a big booty, yeah, like
CCP tryna sell all these message
Censorship I am not impressed with
You frozen, get pressed into rosin
I need another new ship like Roswell
Drop the glass yeah sound like rosebud
I'm Xanadu , tryna see what Xannies do
Got some Yen, ya you can get some panties too
Tryna see my mood, trynna see what he gon' do
You should take a COVID test, cause I'm sick of you
My soul a rat trap, you stuck on me
Several times, yeah, yeah, I said "c'est la vie"
Raise a foundation, yeah, piece by piece
Yeah, brick by brick, yeah, check by check
Yeah, tick by tick, no oxygen
Said switch up the air for the carbon then
Droppin' all these bombs, not paint
With a paywall, yeah, who getting paid
Make change today no way its too late