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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Swerving to miss all the potholes
My story is written with plot holes
Feel like I skipped a few chapters
To get my name up in the rafters
Now they wanna act foolish
Thinking that I couldn't do this
Hope my name gives you that stomach ache
And I'll stay sweet like a wedding cake
Moving through life like the stars align
These girls always want my astrology sign
It's different reactions when I say a Cancer
Now I might lie when I give them my answer
Woah, ay
I might pop off when I'm 40
But nowadays, I'm going crazy
And I don't really ever talk shit
I only like girls who are toxic
It's a problem, I know
I'm on a boat, you forgot how to row
Pass me the ball, I just get it and go
And I do this so I can quit shoveling snow
Remember when I would make minimum wage
Nowadays, I'm on a whole different page
Who different chapter, whole different book
I'm really a catch if I learn how to cook
Alvin Kamara, I run through a wall
I'm Tony Hawk when I fakie and stall
You'd think that I'd only be taking advice
But this is all me, I've been saying I'm nice
Manner amazing, skin never aging
Hate the anxiety, not really blazing
Really dress better than these little boys
I'm on the wrong channel, I only hear noise
Ay

Yeah, I only hear noise
I only hear noise, I only hear noise
Yeah

Feel like I came from a ghost town
A place where the people have no sound
They chop it up right by the fireplace
'Cause their daddy's rich, but they can't buy taste
That puts a smile on my face
And my new girl wears the black lace
I recorded this in my new place
Like 5 hours before the 4th date
I'm thinking of dropping a tape, okay
And I'll do whatever I want, today
I'm ducking past all of the bull, o'lay
And I got a think for the new Aunt May
Yeah, ay
Nobody did this shit for me
I'm saving names out of the courtesy
I'm working now out of the urgency
And everything feels like emergency
Back to the bass line, crazy with the hangtime, I don't wanna FaceTime you
Ay
No new friends, hang it over my head, got a lot of new bets on me
Ay
Running from nothing, I'm never with bluffing, got shit in the oven, that's true
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
The candle I lit by the bed has the scent of a campfire mixed with some potpourri
Never gonna see me act up
I pull up to you in a Mack Truck
You'll get smacked up
I run my damn mouth
'Til I run dry
Ran out of damn luck
Ay


Produced, written, & directed by Raspy Taylor.