Lyrics Boy (feat. Eliy Orcko & Zack Taylor) - Gao the Arsonist
Bring
some
booze
for
ya
boy
Drink
from
he
skull,
fuck
all
of
ya'll
Never
choose
for
ya
boy
Feed
from
the
dirt,
my
stomach
hurt
There
ain't
no
food
for
ya
boy
Manning
up,
I'm
big
enough
No
childhood
to
destroy
This
all
the
pain
to
enjoy
Allegedly
adolescent
Fuck
the
little
boy
talk
Poised
generation
like
those
destroyed
when
little
boy
dropped
Utility
bills
kill
joy,been
apprehensive
since
my
voice
dropped
Worried
that
I'll
scuttle
from
the
gutters
that
employ
dropouts
Deadbeats
Deadbeat
from
beating
dead
horses
Said
the
orifice
in
my
life
is
where
the
laughter
was
When
chilling
with
my
niggas
and
my
bitch
will
give
like
half
the
buzz
it
used
to
The
apathy
would
prove
to
me
I'm
used
to
it
"Try
and
lighten
up"
is
fucking
like
persuading
glue
to
stick
Useless
tips
in
ear
like
tacky
cotton
swabs
that
lose
the
tips
Adult
status
out
of
place
like
boomers
move
the
hips
I
ain't
even
had
a
fucking
legal
glass
of
booze
to
drink
Fools
is
pissed
off
and
drowning
sorrows,
too
much
diuretic
Ain't
old
enough
to
drive
but
I'm
borderline
diabetic
Sweet
Don't
even
know
what
type
to
fucking
try
a
medic
I
ain't
ready,
so
somber,
swear
the
violins
ain't
diegetic
My
genetics
dictate
that
I'm
average
height
with
stocky
build
But
of
course
I
feel
smaller
when
I
hear
that
most
are
popping
pills
Anti-depressant
in
the
workplace
Cant
find
the
pleasure
that
I
traded
in
to
earn
pay,
nigga
Bring
some
booze
for
ya
boy
Drink
from
he
skull,
fuck
all
of
ya'll
Never
choose
for
ya
boy
Feed
from
the
dirt,
my
stomach
hurt
There
ain't
no
food
for
ya
boy
Manning
up,
I'm
big
enough
No
childhood
to
destroy
This
all
the
pain
to
enjoy
Cannot
wait
'til
I
calculate
price
tag
math
by
hand
And
try
rations
Get
over
bruises
like
an
ice
pack
Hurry
to
the
doctor
like
a
knife
stabbed
me
Leisure
bites
back
now
Hide
snacks
In
the
dining
cabinet
Spike
sugar
balance
Buy,
check
the
balance
Dry
Drinking
gallons
of
iced
liquor
Drown
crying
quicker
Down
five
pitchers
Down
five
stories
headfirst
Wager
with
aging
folk
and
joke
who
be
dead
first
Grease
from
an
analogue
clock
in
the
fountain
of
youth
Is
only
thing
to
quench
thirst
Yeah
shit
Never
felt
fitting
with
myself
as
the
elder
Years
drag
me
forward,
finger
nails
scraping
floor
kick
And
scream
like
a
temper
tantrum
What
I
still
wanna
throw
when
the
pent
up
anger
Indicates
on
the
gauge,
pressure
sensors
amber
Left
out
going
the
right
way
Life
is
Ambidextrous
I'll
be
reckless
'til
my
life
up
rooted
by
children
like
a
dandelion
Snatch
a
second
life
from
the
womb
Yeah
I'll
try
to
siphon
the
youth
from
the
newborns
Back
when
mother
ironed
the
uniform
I'd
cry
and
be
soothed
No
pride
I
could
lose
Only
challenge
i
had
was
how
fast
i
was
tying
my
shoes
Heart
is
where
icicles
grew
Wait
for
the
bitch
with
the
scythe
as
a
tool
Grown
up,
butterflies
in
my
stomach,
now
the
hole
is
sewn
up,
Everybody
say
that
I
should
focus
Bring
some
booze
for
ya
boy
Drink
from
he
skull,
fuck
all
of
ya'll
Never
choose
for
ya
boy
Feed
from
the
dirt,
my
stomach
hurt
There
ain't
no
food
for
ya
boy
Manning
up,
I'm
big
enough
No
childhood
to
destroy
This
all
the
pain
to
enjoy
Why'd
you
have
to
go
Time
is
in
the
past
I've
been
on
the
road
Ain't
no
turning
back
Looking
at
myself,
staring
at
the
sun
Stranger
looking
back
Can't
remember
that
Take
a
picture
and
paint
it
black
Why'd
you
have
to
go
Time
is
in
the
past
I've
been
on
the
road
Ain't
no
turning
back
Looking
at
myself,
staring
at
the
sun
Stranger
looking
back
Can't
remember
that
Can't
remember
that
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