Dead Ringers
I got music in my feet and my fingers
No dead ringers
I'm unique
From the creek under the bridge
To the really rocky ridge
That's where I be
While I'm in my feelings
Do you feel me?
No, not really
Tryna' catch that feeling that I felt in 2013
Smoked a lot of weed but now it just don't feel the same to me
And I know this thing I do is nice and I like it
But it felt more nice when it felt like I wasn't trying
Trying to not be too tired
Tonight backfired on me
Tried to be kind tonight
I was too tired, sorry
I need these beats but these beats don't need me
How many weeks left in the year leave me weak in the knees
15 years old sneaky stealing mum and father cigarettes
Like my mothers dunny blues but felt sick from dad's Winnie reds
Now I'm rolling ruby and it's truly very silly yes
Keep your 2 cents like the lizard on the coin with frilly neck
You could see me on the freeway
Knuckle yellow from the way I hold my ciggy
Yellow crested flying freely
Yellow crested oversee me
From the creek under the bridge
To the really rocky ridge
That's where I be
While I'm in my feelings
Do you feel me?
No, not really
No dead ringers
I'm unique
From the creek under the bridge
To the really rocky ridge
That's where I be
While I'm in my feelings
Do you feel me?
No, not really
Tryna' catch that feeling that I felt in 2013
Smoked a lot of weed but now it just don't feel the same to me
And I know this thing I do is nice and I like it
But it felt more nice when it felt like I wasn't trying
Trying to not be too tired
Tonight backfired on me
Tried to be kind tonight
I was too tired, sorry
I need these beats but these beats don't need me
How many weeks left in the year leave me weak in the knees
15 years old sneaky stealing mum and father cigarettes
Like my mothers dunny blues but felt sick from dad's Winnie reds
Now I'm rolling ruby and it's truly very silly yes
Keep your 2 cents like the lizard on the coin with frilly neck
You could see me on the freeway
Knuckle yellow from the way I hold my ciggy
Yellow crested flying freely
Yellow crested oversee me
From the creek under the bridge
To the really rocky ridge
That's where I be
While I'm in my feelings
Do you feel me?
No, not really
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Joe Moxham
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