Lyrics:
confident
I went over to talk a bit
With my supposed friends for life
That is, the other guys
But they were cold and unfriendly
And they opted to reject me,
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time
Oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler
a
Tough guy to a dead man
I ain't your buddy, buddy
Haters or obsessed fans
If we were buddies, trust
I crack a Bud just like a red can
Bedpan full of piss
Hey fuck you buddy buddy buddy
Keep on runnin' your mouth and get your nose bloody
get my clothes muddy, I'll emerge from the shadows
Carryin'
I came in off purple and I’m still sippin'
The sticks red and blue like they set trippin'
Thought they had the boy gone but I’m still kickin'
My main
Fast money
Cars, clothes
Blue hunnids, in a row
Bad b*tches pink toes
Getting money, countin rolls
Yeen pose be out here n*gga go home
I don’t
and me
Were never buddies; we were “we!”
Like meant to be!
Like yo, if I could be the king,
Then you'd be queen!
Like I was always meant for you,
cnd you
say you talkin' to who?
Choke his ass 'til his eyes pop out and his face turnin' blue
Put lil' buddy in a pie, we gon' cook it like stew
I be high
buddy
Know where I be in the city ain't touching me
She think I got all the juice and she fucking me
Two door coupe that shit really-
Two door coupe that
gave you guys my heart
In each and every show
And I sing, yeah, I flow, yeah, I sing, yeah
I flow i packed up all my bags and
Then I hit the door
I
blue Monday call
You know I don't feel like it this morning boss, you know I don't feel like a thing at all
Just a little Buddy Guy
Oh, I could
blue Monday call
You know I don't feel like it this morning boss, you know I don't feel like a thing at all
Just a little Buddy Guy
Oh, I could
a recess, I would like to talk to my client
Fine
Goofy, goofy, c'mon listen to me
Alright goofy, your on thin ice buddy, c'mon shape up
"I did it"
Yeah, yeah,
in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues
Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers
when your loose and relaxed
Ba ba blues star bus operator, i mean i know it's just a kicker dude but all the other guys are party guys and i'm brought
Nine ninja days until drop between connections
One plane crushed that ticket with my name on
That company boeing that is eastern europe uh
One way
Damn like, bitch, the end of this shit
Yo bitch take a gulp, she ain't take a sip
Got blue strips on me but I ain't no crip
Lil' buddy get picked off, we
raise our glass for that Ol' Red White & Blue
We sing along with Eric Church buddy how bout you?
There's something that you aughta know about us folks
I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous
Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword
Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain
Like floss
Said that she interested
But she stressing
Second guessing 'bout confessions
So I questioned baby why what's wrong
That's when she said she got a guy
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
sippin' buddy
Karate chop on peanut butter
Birthday, worst day
First day, charge happenin', briefcase
Aquaberry, blue Batman
Cat scan on the back of my
(Say Hello)
(Hello)
(Yeah)
(Babe we're like cuddle buddies)
(Oh my god we have blue eyes)
(We look hot)
(What stoooop!)
(Are you actually?)
So much
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