this song is a jam i just started after saying i'm about done with this album. 6.27.22. it has decent bones
lyrics
whiff trophy songs are about me talking shit on ya m'ow
then coming with that kinda thing
forgot about what i was gonna sing about anyway
lets see if it comes back to me
not yet
but the jams ain't bad
shut up i'm trying to be cool
you acting like a fool, embarrassing me
oh, your hair's falling out
heresy, you're coming down
you ain't the king of me anymore
you 'bout to rap on this one again, shit
i was gonna write something down and sing it
do you like to hear my singing voice
sounds like a mole sticking it's nose out of the ground in the night time
confess, sniff the fresh flower in the summer
oh man, spring's over, bummer
the girls got them titties out, ah
just try to think about something else to sing about
why you always singing about titties
cause so pretty
fuck man yeah don't even ask why i'm singing about titties, man
it's bullshit come back to me yeah
course you know why i'm singing about titties
kiss em, fuck em, i don't care
i just wanna have a fun life
kiss em, fuck em, i don't care
i just wanna have a fun life
yo this about to be the last time
i do one of these jawns with the layered multiple layers of mumble
been humbled by the innanity of my 30’s
in my 20’s in many ways i was just useless
but that begs the question don’t it
maybe it was enough just givin the girl the ghost
words in the midnight hour
and gone by the time she’s eating toast lonely
running home alone and drunk off the lie that my dad was gonna visit early
i had some things to say, but she only wanted my body
who am i to write the song the world needs
kiss em, fuck em, i don’t care
i just wanna have a fun life
who am i to write the song the world needs
people try to tell us we’re different
i’m sorry but i don’t see it
and i don’t think i have my head buried in the sand
i mean who would,
but i’m getting good at this
putting the verbal wood down
don’t frown and assume i’m just gonna goo on a freestyle
shoot shoot
hooped your basket from downtown
left two points on your nightgown
and a long slobbery stain on your gym shorts, girl
oh lord there he go again
why your socks so crusty
this dude ugly in his heart of hearts
it’s like his gramma got a private camera in my dorm
seen everything i only kept hidden for a decade
grew up relized you goo’d in the pool too
wasn’t as cool as i thought it was then
but then it also was too
amazed i was able to keep knockin boots
but i could do with a lot more booty clappin it
if i wasn’t too busy laying down pervy tracks on the wax
studly rhyming dude
got a floppy wiener
my girl calls me “droopy”
it’s a term of endearment
she like to bite on my bone like a dog toy
just let the molars feel a little resistance without that fake gum flavor and the other dudes don’t know her proclivities well enough yet
but they still getting that clit wet
bitch ain’t dead
shit
freestyle
prove it
i'm gonna put my goo onto the next track
verse
kiss em, fuck em, i don’t care
lying, i’m just trying to encourage you
truth is i just want you
to have a fun life
whiff trophy ‘goin on forever
even when the playa out
deader than Spector
more sober than a man wielding a gun around
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