paroles de chanson MANIAC/// - yung maou

Hm
Call her up. I think ill be out town again
Anecdotes her man
Smell of fresh her hair
Yeah, oh man!

I think ill make my mother proud
A young boy, a simple fan to cloud
Just a simple fan of yung lean
He believed me to believe

They hate my accent but my dialect
Worsen grammar but my lyrics be direct
And a maniac to music, shit up studies every week
Missing points and catching up to sticks
Got my shit up, I try to blow

Huh
No, I got it up my gun
Full house sick sex
Up my gun no

Now I pull it out in cash
Building up my house
Here in town, no, no, no

Hm
Call her up, I think I'll be out town again
Anecdotes her man
Smell of fresh her hair
Yeah, oh man!

I think ill make my mother proud
A young boy, a simple fan to cloud
Just a simple fan of yung lean
He believed me to believe

They hate my accent but my dialect
Worsen grammar but my lyrics be direct
And a maniac to music, shit up studies every week
Missing points and catching up to sticks
Got my shit up, I try to blow

Hm
Call her up, I think I'll be out town again
Anecdotes her man
Smell of fresh her hair
Yeah, oh man!

I think ill make my mother proud
A young boy, a simple fan to cloud
Just a simple fan of yung lean
He believed me to believe

They hate my accent but my dialect
Worsen grammar but my lyrics be direct
And a maniac to music, shit up studies every week
Missing points and catching up to sticks
Got my shit up, I try to blow