Yo, Bad Kisser
Haa
I'm not, Im not gunna explain it, nah
Yo
Yo yo yo
Oh whoa whoa
Oh yo
A nervous wreck
Perfect, at being anything but perfect
The hurt is, like harness
With buckles, that tarnish
The hearse is, where you'll find me sparking
A J to hotbox the coffin
The feeling of feeling awesome
Not felt too often, but falling
Like Autumn, done felt the cost of
To spit it caustic, the cost is
Corruption of caution
The wind ya friend
To win and blossom, the only end
Desired, aspire to reach
Levels of choirs when I preach
Conspire against a priest
Get higher to void what's deep
Avoid the void that reaps the seeds
Of positivity planted, vanish
Manic tantrums tainted
Candid memories
Ancient damage, still damning me
Whoa
Hold the f*ck up
Whoa
Oh
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Yo, Bad Kisser
Haa
I'm not, Im not gunna explain it, nah
Yo
Yo yo yo
Oh whoa whoa
Oh yo
A nervous wreck
Perfect, at being anything but perfect
The hurt is, like harness
With buckles, that tarnish
The hearse is, where you'll find me sparking
A J to hotbox the coffin
The feeling of feeling awesome
Not felt too often, but falling
Like Autumn, done felt the cost of
To spit it caustic, the cost is
Corruption of caution
The wind ya friend
To win and blossom, the only end
Desired, aspire to reach
Levels of choirs when I preach
Conspire against a priest
Get higher to void what's deep
Avoid the void that reaps the seeds
Of positivity planted, vanish
Manic tantrums tainted
Candid memories
Ancient damage, still damning me
Whoa
Hold the f*ck up
Whoa
Oh
Haa
I'm not, Im not gunna explain it, nah
Yo
Yo yo yo
Oh whoa whoa
Oh yo
A nervous wreck
Perfect, at being anything but perfect
The hurt is, like harness
With buckles, that tarnish
The hearse is, where you'll find me sparking
A J to hotbox the coffin
The feeling of feeling awesome
Not felt too often, but falling
Like Autumn, done felt the cost of
To spit it caustic, the cost is
Corruption of caution
The wind ya friend
To win and blossom, the only end
Desired, aspire to reach
Levels of choirs when I preach
Conspire against a priest
Get higher to void what's deep
Avoid the void that reaps the seeds
Of positivity planted, vanish
Manic tantrums tainted
Candid memories
Ancient damage, still damning me
Whoa
Hold the f*ck up
Whoa
Oh
Writer: Lance Johnson
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