Paint the night sky with hazy clouds
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
I ain't gonna talk shop witcha
I ain't gonna bar hop, I ain't gonna do shots witcha
Glass home for ya coffin huh
We don't throw stones, rather Stone Cold Steve Austin ya
He was never that popular
Now everybody want a part, everybody start poppin' up
My boots, lick it all for what
BBQ for a blue, roast beef out the officer
What the f*ck were they taught, my god
Gotta defund, or repeat the consequence, awful huh
Deep breath, breathe it out my lung
That's the power of the green, bong turn me to a walker huh
Sleep walk into the Parliament
House of Commons, throw some commas at the Queen, non-partisan
A day off, imma offer one
Turn the holiday a slaughter, Halloween, John Carpenter
Chop chop!
Better go and save face, fore it's chopped off
I been too hot, heat wave, four Shock Tops
Shotgunnin' dranks, drop a hater in the grave
Legs crossed in the box like hopscotch
Wrote a letter to the devil, heard he fell a bit from heaven
So I told him I'm built different I'm a hotshot
If I get up to the gates, imma pull up with a jay
With the angels turnin' heaven to a hotbox
Man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
What did you do now, rob an armory
Have you ever seen a Walther P38
Ha ha ha, man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
Paint the night sky with hazy clouds
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
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Paint the night sky with hazy clouds
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
I ain't gonna talk shop witcha
I ain't gonna bar hop, I ain't gonna do shots witcha
Glass home for ya coffin huh
We don't throw stones, rather Stone Cold Steve Austin ya
He was never that popular
Now everybody want a part, everybody start poppin' up
My boots, lick it all for what
BBQ for a blue, roast beef out the officer
What the f*ck were they taught, my god
Gotta defund, or repeat the consequence, awful huh
Deep breath, breathe it out my lung
That's the power of the green, bong turn me to a walker huh
Sleep walk into the Parliament
House of Commons, throw some commas at the Queen, non-partisan
A day off, imma offer one
Turn the holiday a slaughter, Halloween, John Carpenter
Chop chop!
Better go and save face, fore it's chopped off
I been too hot, heat wave, four Shock Tops
Shotgunnin' dranks, drop a hater in the grave
Legs crossed in the box like hopscotch
Wrote a letter to the devil, heard he fell a bit from heaven
So I told him I'm built different I'm a hotshot
If I get up to the gates, imma pull up with a jay
With the angels turnin' heaven to a hotbox
Man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
What did you do now, rob an armory
Have you ever seen a Walther P38
Ha ha ha, man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
Paint the night sky with hazy clouds
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
I ain't gonna talk shop witcha
I ain't gonna bar hop, I ain't gonna do shots witcha
Glass home for ya coffin huh
We don't throw stones, rather Stone Cold Steve Austin ya
He was never that popular
Now everybody want a part, everybody start poppin' up
My boots, lick it all for what
BBQ for a blue, roast beef out the officer
What the f*ck were they taught, my god
Gotta defund, or repeat the consequence, awful huh
Deep breath, breathe it out my lung
That's the power of the green, bong turn me to a walker huh
Sleep walk into the Parliament
House of Commons, throw some commas at the Queen, non-partisan
A day off, imma offer one
Turn the holiday a slaughter, Halloween, John Carpenter
Chop chop!
Better go and save face, fore it's chopped off
I been too hot, heat wave, four Shock Tops
Shotgunnin' dranks, drop a hater in the grave
Legs crossed in the box like hopscotch
Wrote a letter to the devil, heard he fell a bit from heaven
So I told him I'm built different I'm a hotshot
If I get up to the gates, imma pull up with a jay
With the angels turnin' heaven to a hotbox
Man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
What did you do now, rob an armory
Have you ever seen a Walther P38
Ha ha ha, man oh my god
No survivors, no surprise
Total damage fifty thousand
Hammers to ya f*ckin' spine
Childish, chicken fried
Phonies, not my homies nah
Bury me up on the isle
To die inside Tahiti's fine
Paint the night sky with hazy clouds
Baby don't try to save me now
Gimme that antidote, it's quite natural
How I am supposed to be now
High speed flight risk, so hold the ground
Might need vice grip to hold me down
Five til landing, world's in my hands
I hope I don't crash it, wait to find out
Writer: Jacob Sugars
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