Grog
GAT laces tangled
B-Bottom of the cup is too painful
Face in the mirror is a Van Gogh
I don't beat around the bush 'cause I know it takes two to tango (One)
I state my theories then the case closed
Poured up a theory in a Faygo
I shed my light through the shadow (Shed)
I heard this tale in the
'Cause I just stained the fabric
My hands are c-c-callused
I can't keep it up
Around me, I just gotta keep the trust
Drowsy, obviously from the c-c- (Find)
We look like we're bouta present at the science fair
We look like a doctor's worst nightmarе
I look like a catfish
I just want to look like a real
And my cup tastеs like a mattress
Fendi wallet filled with cabbage
Dog shit in it
Prada bag filled with mad shit
I can show you magic (One)
I don't know how to say your name
I sit with a theory and meditate
Picture of the shed and I'm center frame
I don't remember the day (One)
Face made of clay
Sip for the taste
Seal cracked open like my phone without a case
If nodding off is my fate, then I'm 'bout to win first place
It's difficult to conversate
I feel like models in the lake
I think the bottle's in the river
I-I know your theory's at stake
B-Bottom of the cup is too painful
Face in the mirror is a Van Gogh
I don't beat around the bush 'cause I know it takes two to tango (One)
I state my theories then the case closed
Poured up a theory in a Faygo
I shed my light through the shadow (Shed)
I heard this tale in the
'Cause I just stained the fabric
My hands are c-c-callused
I can't keep it up
Around me, I just gotta keep the trust
Drowsy, obviously from the c-c- (Find)
We look like we're bouta present at the science fair
We look like a doctor's worst nightmarе
I look like a catfish
I just want to look like a real
And my cup tastеs like a mattress
Fendi wallet filled with cabbage
Dog shit in it
Prada bag filled with mad shit
I can show you magic (One)
I don't know how to say your name
I sit with a theory and meditate
Picture of the shed and I'm center frame
I don't remember the day (One)
Face made of clay
Sip for the taste
Seal cracked open like my phone without a case
If nodding off is my fate, then I'm 'bout to win first place
It's difficult to conversate
I feel like models in the lake
I think the bottle's in the river
I-I know your theory's at stake
Credits
Writer(s): Joeyy 1man, Marlon Dubois
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