Song parody of
jackpot freestyle
by Ty Lorenzo
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Ragers in the backyard
Mom’s freaking out, mom’s freaking
Telling me to tell my friends no stepping on the flowers
It’s the stone-faced stuck right in the middle kid
Down and out for quite awhile
Ever since a little kid
But little did I know, that I’d end up exactly how I hoped
So now look at me grown
Oh, oh, I’ve come into my own
Does it show
I really hope it shows
I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna open any doors
Think we’re better off to leave ‘em closed
Tough to make decisions
When you don’t even know what the fuck you wanted in the first place
But now I’m gone in the worst way
Shout goes out to all my friends I grew up with
Been there with me down in the trenches, goin’ up with me
Wonder why I never was the one that they would fuck with
Guess that’s just the level of respect I’ve gotten stuck with
Now I’m hitting slot machines and titty bars with the same kids
I bought some weed and pissed off mom everyday with
But she still let me throw a party for it
I guess I’m sorry for it
I could write a symphony with my emotions
Been a couple shots deep with a young Decotiis
We could take a beach week, right down by the ocean
Cause hella commotion
Break into a house with garden gnomes
Squad marching home
Right on 7th street is where the ballers home to
Wawa 2 am good thing I got my own food, yeah
If cutting deep inside that heart is what I wanted to do
Baby I just hit the jackpot
Dude she’s relaxed, she’s relaxed
I know she’s relaxed, but sober here isn’t right now
Ragers in the backyard
Mom’s freaking out, mom’s freaking
Telling me to tell my friends no stepping on the flowers
It’s the stone-faced stuck right in the middle kid
Down and out for quite awhile
Ever since a little kid
But little did I know, that I’d end up exactly how I hoped
So now look at me grown
Oh, oh, I’ve come into my own
Does it show
I really hope it shows
I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna open any doors
Think we’re better off to leave ‘em closed
Tough to make decisions
When you don’t even know what the fuck you wanted in the first place
But now I’m gone in the worst way
Shout goes out to all my friends I grew up with
Been there with me down in the trenches, goin’ up with me
Wonder why I never was the one that they would fuck with
Guess that’s just the level of respect I’ve gotten stuck with
Now I’m hitting slot machines and titty bars with the same kids
I bought some weed and pissed off mom everyday with
But she still let me throw a party for it
I guess I’m sorry for it
I could write a symphony with my emotions
Been a couple shots deep with a young Decotiis
We could take a beach week, right down by the ocean
Cause hella commotion
Break into a house with garden gnomes
Squad marching home
Right on 7th street is where the ballers home to
Wawa 2 am good thing I got my own food, yeah
If cutting deep inside that heart is what I wanted to do
Baby I just hit the jackpot
Dude she’s relaxed, she’s relaxed
I know she’s relaxed, but sober here isn’t right now
