This skeetle shit
It aint no joke bitch
Wrap my shit
Then bag it up I
Light my joint
And take a toke
Then I push that shit in a toddlers face
Number one most wanted in the united states
Back in the day when I was a teenager
I used to daydream about a world without labor
Lounging in an adirondack chair
In a yard with no neighbors
Breathin mtn air
Now it's 2024 and I'm tripping
45 bands can't support my pimping
247 with my nose to the grind stone
365 days plus the nights I don't come home
Til early women love my hair cause it's curly
And they love my arms cause I'm burly (oh young king)
Their boyfriends drive past get surly
Look like they wanna hurt me
But it's happy days laverne and Shirley (faggot)
Surely sir don't call me that
And if you really must
May I introduce you to the strap?
I got shooters that I trust
And they won't hesitate to eliminate your motherf*cking map
Bitch
It's the young king
THE SKEETLES - The Young King Thinks Aloud Lyrics
THE SKEETLES - The Young King Thinks Aloud Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
This skeetle shit
It aint no joke bitch
Wrap my shit
Then bag it up I
Light my joint
And take a toke
Then I push that shit in a toddlers face
Number one most wanted in the united states
Back in the day when I was a teenager
I used to daydream about a world without labor
Lounging in an adirondack chair
In a yard with no neighbors
Breathin mtn air
Now it's 2024 and I'm tripping
45 bands can't support my pimping
247 with my nose to the grind stone
365 days plus the nights I don't come home
Til early women love my hair cause it's curly
And they love my arms cause I'm burly (oh young king)
Their boyfriends drive past get surly
Look like they wanna hurt me
But it's happy days laverne and Shirley (faggot)
Surely sir don't call me that
And if you really must
May I introduce you to the strap?
I got shooters that I trust
And they won't hesitate to eliminate your motherf*cking map
Bitch
It's the young king
It aint no joke bitch
Wrap my shit
Then bag it up I
Light my joint
And take a toke
Then I push that shit in a toddlers face
Number one most wanted in the united states
Back in the day when I was a teenager
I used to daydream about a world without labor
Lounging in an adirondack chair
In a yard with no neighbors
Breathin mtn air
Now it's 2024 and I'm tripping
45 bands can't support my pimping
247 with my nose to the grind stone
365 days plus the nights I don't come home
Til early women love my hair cause it's curly
And they love my arms cause I'm burly (oh young king)
Their boyfriends drive past get surly
Look like they wanna hurt me
But it's happy days laverne and Shirley (faggot)
Surely sir don't call me that
And if you really must
May I introduce you to the strap?
I got shooters that I trust
And they won't hesitate to eliminate your motherf*cking map
Bitch
It's the young king
Writer: Julian Pollock
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid