Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Save me saw you seating satan in the same seat
Pen line drawn this the base link
I elevated at 18, 2 years past and I went crazy
Father please save me
Im too young for the grown folk and too grown for young
I'm too broke for the rich ones but not enough for assist bruh
Ain't no anybody topping me
Cause I've been writing like this since the age of three
And as I age on a day to day
The minute hand surely makes it way
To facing eight
I woke up with a thousand days erased
I been shredding dead weight
In my bindle is a bag of bones
With 3 bucks and pipe full of burnt dope
Comin up out the ash from the blunt smoke
Normally I'd throw a dog a bone and give the verse to bro
But shortie said I'd kill this bitch
Steal the will, forge a eulogy
And make a mo-f*cka give me all they shit
I'm the reaper of gold
Rolling in estates paid in full by my soul
Chilling in my castle with a gator in the moat
Draw bridge closed
I hit him in the head but I was aiming for the neck
Cause my crosshair's bowed
That's a dead shot blow
Cause even when I miss I hit my bullseye bro
Woah
Ain't no way that you could take my flow
Lyrics cooking like a crop-pot steady and slow
Open flame Ima gas top stove
Whipping in the kitchen I was bagging my coke
I get a kilo like a pound on the low
Bad bitches in my diary notes mad
Cause I was writing about a whole another hoe
My ex bitch still in love who would've known
So much pussy that I'm drowning
I might buy me boat and set sail from the east to the west coast
Blonde bitch on my dick like Chanel Ima f*ck her the most
I fell in love and now I'm tired of hoes
Hella money my empire implodes
There's nothing left but my deserve for clothes and new shoes
Cause I'm already f*ckin one of the goats
No retainer on my money cause I own what I wrote I already told em
I ain't signing less they give me all my rights and buy my family a home
I ain't humble cause I know what I know
F*ck the industry and all of your gold
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
J-11 says I'm after shit to master this and after craft was mastered mask again
Cause
In a world full of death we ain't after shit if he's alive then we ask again
Like wet clothes in a dryer over wash and rinse and if one work then the other's a bitch
Like your momma on my nuts in your crib
Tryna f*ck while she was watching the kids
I said my gravity center shred a dead rat call it master splinter
It's hella cold in this Chicago winter
Organ cones on the highway glitter
I can see a demon on the billboard
Standing still and he still bored
From trying to get me to eat more
But I ain't really high from the weed
Cause I lean into trees more
You a chump what the f*ck your degrees for
You the tissue that I'm blessing the sneeze for
LoFi Bobby - The Introduction To Lonely Lyrics
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Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Save me saw you seating satan in the same seat
Pen line drawn this the base link
I elevated at 18, 2 years past and I went crazy
Father please save me
Im too young for the grown folk and too grown for young
I'm too broke for the rich ones but not enough for assist bruh
Ain't no anybody topping me
Cause I've been writing like this since the age of three
And as I age on a day to day
The minute hand surely makes it way
To facing eight
I woke up with a thousand days erased
I been shredding dead weight
In my bindle is a bag of bones
With 3 bucks and pipe full of burnt dope
Comin up out the ash from the blunt smoke
Normally I'd throw a dog a bone and give the verse to bro
But shortie said I'd kill this bitch
Steal the will, forge a eulogy
And make a mo-f*cka give me all they shit
I'm the reaper of gold
Rolling in estates paid in full by my soul
Chilling in my castle with a gator in the moat
Draw bridge closed
I hit him in the head but I was aiming for the neck
Cause my crosshair's bowed
That's a dead shot blow
Cause even when I miss I hit my bullseye bro
Woah
Ain't no way that you could take my flow
Lyrics cooking like a crop-pot steady and slow
Open flame Ima gas top stove
Whipping in the kitchen I was bagging my coke
I get a kilo like a pound on the low
Bad bitches in my diary notes mad
Cause I was writing about a whole another hoe
My ex bitch still in love who would've known
So much pussy that I'm drowning
I might buy me boat and set sail from the east to the west coast
Blonde bitch on my dick like Chanel Ima f*ck her the most
I fell in love and now I'm tired of hoes
Hella money my empire implodes
There's nothing left but my deserve for clothes and new shoes
Cause I'm already f*ckin one of the goats
No retainer on my money cause I own what I wrote I already told em
I ain't signing less they give me all my rights and buy my family a home
I ain't humble cause I know what I know
F*ck the industry and all of your gold
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
J-11 says I'm after shit to master this and after craft was mastered mask again
Cause
In a world full of death we ain't after shit if he's alive then we ask again
Like wet clothes in a dryer over wash and rinse and if one work then the other's a bitch
Like your momma on my nuts in your crib
Tryna f*ck while she was watching the kids
I said my gravity center shred a dead rat call it master splinter
It's hella cold in this Chicago winter
Organ cones on the highway glitter
I can see a demon on the billboard
Standing still and he still bored
From trying to get me to eat more
But I ain't really high from the weed
Cause I lean into trees more
You a chump what the f*ck your degrees for
You the tissue that I'm blessing the sneeze for
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Ok uh
Ok ok ok uh
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Father please save me
Save me saw you seating satan in the same seat
Pen line drawn this the base link
I elevated at 18, 2 years past and I went crazy
Father please save me
Im too young for the grown folk and too grown for young
I'm too broke for the rich ones but not enough for assist bruh
Ain't no anybody topping me
Cause I've been writing like this since the age of three
And as I age on a day to day
The minute hand surely makes it way
To facing eight
I woke up with a thousand days erased
I been shredding dead weight
In my bindle is a bag of bones
With 3 bucks and pipe full of burnt dope
Comin up out the ash from the blunt smoke
Normally I'd throw a dog a bone and give the verse to bro
But shortie said I'd kill this bitch
Steal the will, forge a eulogy
And make a mo-f*cka give me all they shit
I'm the reaper of gold
Rolling in estates paid in full by my soul
Chilling in my castle with a gator in the moat
Draw bridge closed
I hit him in the head but I was aiming for the neck
Cause my crosshair's bowed
That's a dead shot blow
Cause even when I miss I hit my bullseye bro
Woah
Ain't no way that you could take my flow
Lyrics cooking like a crop-pot steady and slow
Open flame Ima gas top stove
Whipping in the kitchen I was bagging my coke
I get a kilo like a pound on the low
Bad bitches in my diary notes mad
Cause I was writing about a whole another hoe
My ex bitch still in love who would've known
So much pussy that I'm drowning
I might buy me boat and set sail from the east to the west coast
Blonde bitch on my dick like Chanel Ima f*ck her the most
I fell in love and now I'm tired of hoes
Hella money my empire implodes
There's nothing left but my deserve for clothes and new shoes
Cause I'm already f*ckin one of the goats
No retainer on my money cause I own what I wrote I already told em
I ain't signing less they give me all my rights and buy my family a home
I ain't humble cause I know what I know
F*ck the industry and all of your gold
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
Yea yea yuh
J-11 says I'm after shit to master this and after craft was mastered mask again
Cause
In a world full of death we ain't after shit if he's alive then we ask again
Like wet clothes in a dryer over wash and rinse and if one work then the other's a bitch
Like your momma on my nuts in your crib
Tryna f*ck while she was watching the kids
I said my gravity center shred a dead rat call it master splinter
It's hella cold in this Chicago winter
Organ cones on the highway glitter
I can see a demon on the billboard
Standing still and he still bored
From trying to get me to eat more
But I ain't really high from the weed
Cause I lean into trees more
You a chump what the f*ck your degrees for
You the tissue that I'm blessing the sneeze for
Writer: Bobby Montana
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid