Hot Them Summer (feat. Mr. Pink)
Lambs
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Run up, cha-ching Don't you pack up your things You brandish your teeth See, they fall out like leaves Spilling the tea and the scorching debris And you're watching me fiend like I'm chasing a dream I'm slaying the dragon, but my body leaks Know I'm hurting from harm and our apathy things Thus thinking dastardly, slate will be clean But, there's blood on my hands and my weapon's maroon I'm so immature, I've been killed before Empty and edgy and yet to really flip a coin, yeah My opinions will never fill the void So, I should zip it, quit it before they really notice Laser of a focus, devil of a motive Why are my thoughts rough when I'm soft-spoken? I swear it's not me, but wield the gun smoking Damn, that shit cupid shoot do be potent I just need a little moment Affection is pretentious, so I'm stuck in an ocean Swallowed by a whale, like Geppetto, I be hopeless It all pales in comparison, so don't lose grip I wouldn't do shit, attempts are looking foolish Nuanced fiancé, I'm just the dumb shit That's pressure, never wanna stress 'em Tryna get better, so I'm counting all these letters Tryna get a check, so we're flying out to France Tryna get a check, so it changes how I talk This is want, this is what I'll fucking charge It's an arm, a leg, a chest, and a heart Imma stay grindin' till death does her part What a fucking interloper who's slacking on the job Where the f*ck where I'd be if it wasn't for my charm? Who the f*ck is stomping on the crops on the farm? What's the point of rolling out of bed in the morning? When I wake up, new day, same bounty on my head Sore joints carrying dead weight When I see the same face, got a bounty on my head Questions, macabre questions that's weighing like bricks Hell hound, hell gates, hell of a passion that's burning like piss Shoddy shot that done missed There's a toxin so sweet that we can't help but sip Where's the shame in loving me? A quarter of my game could charm entire pedigrees Good speaking to you, when's the next time we meet? I spew acid, bitch; a lion fish, a serpent with feet, yeah I'm stuck in your death grip A spiral that ants go into when lost I'm, I'm, I'm like Sisyphus, but I can buckshot this boulder so long At least at a distance where you'd see me as strong I'm a pro at this shit, so I can tell when there's cons There's zilch, looking at the town that we built Big, bad wolves cannot penetrate the silk We hang up the martyrs that we killed Weak veins open up like dams Well man, if you think I'm on the run I'd like to see you catch me, as if you even can (Yup) What's the point of rolling out of bed in the morning? When I wake up, new day, same bounty on my head Sore joints carrying dead weight When I see the same face, got a bounty on my head Yup, okay
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Written by: A.J. Loschinkohl, Tristan Cruz
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