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Open up your mother fucking eyes
Lemme see those pupils get real big real wide
We got it perfect you see no need to cry
The best gift ever's at the end we get to die
Open up your mother fucking eyes
Lemme see those pupils get real big real wide
We got it perfect you see no need to cry
The best gift ever's at the end we get to die
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck w what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
Happy birthday world I'm sorry its belated
And goodnight to the ones that to acclaim hate it
I love you herb matter fact baby you're amazing
Can we slow down time and teach this blunt some patience
Lets got lost and let it happen like we stuck in vegas
And you're a beautiful being and that deserves some praising
Adjust your placement girl come through and entertain it
This lonely stoners feeling lonely I'd appreciate it
Cheeky cheeky like sheesh sheesh I'm bout to take it
The way you talks rehearsed like all your calls are automated
Im all but sane bitch call and say shit
First comes first, you on the wait list
Cute lil waitress get me faceless
Then I told her she saveless
Sleep sleep man I can't fucking sleep
No more
No more
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck with what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck with what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
God damn
Open up your mother fucking eyes
Lemme see those pupils get real big real wide
We got it perfect you see no need to cry
The best gift ever's at the end we get to die
Open up your mother fucking eyes
Lemme see those pupils get real big real wide
We got it perfect you see no need to cry
The best gift ever's at the end we get to die
We hot in the kitchen
She burning these nuggets
Please open the oven and she pass out these muffins
They so fucking hungry I hear their tummies grumbling
So let's feed the public and she who they fuck with
Don't fuck with that twelve shit but give em a dozen
And this is a taste test you like it who doesn't
Don't let me fly then take my wings
Let me smoke then take my weed
Cause a pretty bitch is bad till you realize she's a fiend
And she a fiend you know what that mean
Got the blunt rolled up and she really tryna scheme
So you let her get a couple hits
Cause you could give a couple shits
Not caring where her parents is
And you is unaware that her toothbrush on your sink
But fuck it fuck it
Cause being fateful is wasteful
Look at me turning tables
Don't suck in your stomach if you walk by me
Cause bitch I just love me
I don't love fucking nothing but shoes and weed
If she cute as a button I guess I might just wink
I see the top of the summit
And I don't need a compass
Cause we gone right above it
Baby you and me
I do it for my cousin cause he hooked on things
And he stuck like a puppet
$wish making these buckets
You can hear me humming
When you see my teeth and when you see me cheese
Don't need Donnie's Trumpet
You can hear me sing
Don't give a fuck what I do
No more no more no more no more
No more no more no more no more
No more no more no more no more
No more no more no more no more
Open up your mother fucking eyes
Lemme see those pupils get real big real wide
We got it perfect you see no need to cry
The best gift ever's at the end we get to die
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck w what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
Im the x you see
Im your ex you see
Put him next to me
Im the best you see
Come have sex with me
Cause I'm ecstasy
Come die next to me
Sweet like nectarine
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck w what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
Stairs to heaven with the devil
Come and revel with the rebels
Feel the bass and bump the treble
Lemme fuck w what you mettle
She can get the gold medal
She can get the she can get the gold medal
Get the gold medal
No more
No more
No more
No more



Авторы: Will Davis



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