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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Syn Suitcase
Syn Suitcase
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hayden MJ Radke
Hayden MJ Radke
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Encore
DJ Encore
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Yo, put your hands up, put your hands up
I'm going in this place fuck
Going to this place fuck
Middle of the month, man light that blunt
Oh, middle of the month, what's up
Smile friend, ain't no reason to be down
Turn that- no reason to frown it's the middle of the month
Middle of the month oh yeah
Light that blunt, yeah, light that blunt give me a hit
Uhhhh, so I can stay blunt
Give me a hit so I can stay blunt, oh yeah
Don't hold out, nobody likes those dumbasses
Oh yeah, give me some
Give me
I
I don't, I don't know
It's the end of the month, we far distance
Keys outta the cuff, and we hard finish
Tears dripped just last night, this hard listen
Fears flipped just right, this pill a hard instant
I love you a ton, and I guess that's hard truth
You playing me like a fool and I guess that's far too rude
I want you for life but we young youth
Yeah we're just kids at least you can do is use your throat to sooth
I'm kidding, is this the wrong time to goof?
Sometimes my brain mad twisted, easily distracted in the booth
Songs take my attent, so it's easier for me to deliver my intent
Where'd our love go where'd it went
Go to sleep you playing on my computer
Behind doors I weep, we got deep talks we tutors
In my nightmares I seep, we hit stores like some looters
Bonnie and Clyde deep, lord tell me do I suit her?
I tried to see results and improvements
Only you'd get this, this fast pulse movements
We tried to discuss we're no longer here for amusements
No, for amusement, no
No no
Keys are thrown out, I see how that is
Temper on a take out, you faker than my biz
Loved me was a fake out, letters all on my list
Take her to the steak out, anything to get another fucking girl to slob on my dick
See I don't even mean that, I hash it
No other girl lady around me I find attractive
I have an overthinking mind so I decide to rap it
Yo, put your hands up, put your hands up
I'm going in this place fuck
Going to this place fuck
Middle of the month, man light that blunt
Oh, middle of the month, what's up
Smile friend, ain't no reason to be down
No reason to frown it's the middle of the month
Written by: Hayden MJ Radke
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