Lyrics

I'm from where the fits are thrown
I never thought that I wouldn't be friends with Lippa long
This shoulder chip will get me sipping on this fifth alone
The bitch will compliment and pick him off of his cologne
To the face my index and thumb can grip a bone
I made some promise's and differences that's still in stone
I keep the pictures of the people couldn't picture gone
I miss my cousin pudding wishing he would hit my phone
It's facts we don't kiss we match in cold eyes
We laugh in protest we packed the show
Bite these people all will bite
We clash and throw fits relaxed in low lights
Plastic clone mix the acetone bite
Bite
I said Lennox I figure you you hit me
Hospital bill about fifty Chippenham stay extended
I played Extended Stay when I Tracey garage she had kicked me
No such thing as good riddance I had no engine for revving
Analyzing injury I fucked a lot never took a virginity
The running back has agility
A bit of a pickle I'm starting to see the little bit of the Rick in me
The most intelligent man in the universe keeping his dignity
It's facts we don't kiss we match in cold eyes
We laugh in protest we packed the show
Bite these people all will bite
We clash and throw fits relaxed in low lights
Plastic clone mix the acetone bite
Bite
Written by: Gregory Arthur Staples
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