Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Don't know what you wanna do
Don't know what you wanna say
Ya'll the pudding in the proof
Gonna churn em into paste
Handscramp up like a young free mason
Know its all placed out, you can see in my face
Yea believe it sidekick, yea believe it side piece
Ya'll be kidding if you did, thinking I will find peace
With a 10 foot pole, nobody still reach
Rather keep this soul, to his own to his each
Pitch the twang up like I'm Bald Butler
First the mix and then came the clutter
Pinky ring one of a hundred others
Nothing remains so dummy run for cover
Yea run, did i stutter g? Run
Sug a young John Grisham, he an old John none
Too firm, too sick, two cigs two rums
Upchuck like Liddell, have a little bit of fun
Css kisser, that my f*cking pet peeve
Bag hand to a bookie, bet the mass can't read me
Croc it on the floor, goin hick, holy shit
Check the card and kiss the bottle acting like I'm Matt Healy
But this ain't 1975, it's 42 and 40 10's
Gone form in line just for a shot to try and feen it
Cnother fork up in the road, should I go & black the Porsche
Or stay at home and torch, what a decision
See the mirror give a kiss hello, happy to see me
Reply only yes, no, convo going Ouija
Sick em one, two, wicked, go and step forward, pivot
Igniting flame under the roof, imma raise it like the phoenix
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
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Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Don't know what you wanna do
Don't know what you wanna say
Ya'll the pudding in the proof
Gonna churn em into paste
Handscramp up like a young free mason
Know its all placed out, you can see in my face
Yea believe it sidekick, yea believe it side piece
Ya'll be kidding if you did, thinking I will find peace
With a 10 foot pole, nobody still reach
Rather keep this soul, to his own to his each
Pitch the twang up like I'm Bald Butler
First the mix and then came the clutter
Pinky ring one of a hundred others
Nothing remains so dummy run for cover
Yea run, did i stutter g? Run
Sug a young John Grisham, he an old John none
Too firm, too sick, two cigs two rums
Upchuck like Liddell, have a little bit of fun
Css kisser, that my f*cking pet peeve
Bag hand to a bookie, bet the mass can't read me
Croc it on the floor, goin hick, holy shit
Check the card and kiss the bottle acting like I'm Matt Healy
But this ain't 1975, it's 42 and 40 10's
Gone form in line just for a shot to try and feen it
Cnother fork up in the road, should I go & black the Porsche
Or stay at home and torch, what a decision
See the mirror give a kiss hello, happy to see me
Reply only yes, no, convo going Ouija
Sick em one, two, wicked, go and step forward, pivot
Igniting flame under the roof, imma raise it like the phoenix
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Don't know what you wanna do
Don't know what you wanna say
Ya'll the pudding in the proof
Gonna churn em into paste
Handscramp up like a young free mason
Know its all placed out, you can see in my face
Yea believe it sidekick, yea believe it side piece
Ya'll be kidding if you did, thinking I will find peace
With a 10 foot pole, nobody still reach
Rather keep this soul, to his own to his each
Pitch the twang up like I'm Bald Butler
First the mix and then came the clutter
Pinky ring one of a hundred others
Nothing remains so dummy run for cover
Yea run, did i stutter g? Run
Sug a young John Grisham, he an old John none
Too firm, too sick, two cigs two rums
Upchuck like Liddell, have a little bit of fun
Css kisser, that my f*cking pet peeve
Bag hand to a bookie, bet the mass can't read me
Croc it on the floor, goin hick, holy shit
Check the card and kiss the bottle acting like I'm Matt Healy
But this ain't 1975, it's 42 and 40 10's
Gone form in line just for a shot to try and feen it
Cnother fork up in the road, should I go & black the Porsche
Or stay at home and torch, what a decision
See the mirror give a kiss hello, happy to see me
Reply only yes, no, convo going Ouija
Sick em one, two, wicked, go and step forward, pivot
Igniting flame under the roof, imma raise it like the phoenix
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for
Suggest something, the gut done knew more
Too much sun in the god damn two four
32 teeth grit with god damn brute force
Speak or seethe, don't know what I'm in the mood for