- XiX 售票員? 歌詞
- XiX
- I think, maybe
Hold on, I'll try to give it another go
(Bo-Bo-Boxcutters)
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
Wokhardt on my dresser and I'm saving it for later
Look at your bills, my bills elevator
I woke up feeling fruity guess I'm feeling like a hater
Where I come from you can't flip you ain't a skater
And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors
They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table
And if you were to kick up and make another distraction
I could hit the door and be out if I am enabled
I won't be what you want to be
Kill my pets, label me a freak
I've lost bets, but that's on me
Kill my friends, **** the police
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can 't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
I lean on my dresser, huh
Thinkin everyday, huh, how can I be extra , huh
I'ma find a way, uh
You can despite me all you want but I'll be paid, uh
You can drink my piss from a glass lemonade, yeah
Me like this type of instrumental, yeah (instrumental)
Avatar moves, elemental (elemental)
Weed mad loud like a kettle (like a kettle)
Crank that bass no treble, yeah (no treble)
You can hit me on my seven digits (on my digits)
Text me baby, yeah, I meant it (oh, goddamn)
Try not to get sentimental (stupid bitch)
Yeah, you like me, baby, I get it (you an idiot)
Lucky like a lottery, please don't try to talk to me (what? What? What?)
I'ma try to walk away if you try to talk to me (shut the **** up)
Baby wanna **** in my truck that's parked in my farm
Take her 'round the barn show lil' shawty that I'm hard (ayy, ayy, ayy)
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can 't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
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