Hypehypehypehypehype
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Homie hit the line and he said got a show
In the demon mode where I go when I'm alone
Got the demon clique with sharp horn warn
Anybody want to get me into shit cause I know
Once I turn that on it ain't really gonna go
Until I can get all the rage out more
Money more problems I know that now
I can buy all the weed that I want won't grow
Go to the store, get the liquor
Liver gonna think I be drinking for four
I don't need more, but I get more
Everyone there and I'm ready to pour
Shot with beer, beer with shot
Yeah you gonna know if you listen before
Spark on the porch, borrow the torch
Pocketing it I know you from before
Lord help me, got a little tipsy too damn fast
They won't let me, take another drink but I'm moving past
I go empty, out another bottle I ain't looking back
I go heavy, playing out a role I'm a hoe at that
Playing like this, playing like that
Buy the yarn ball just to pet the cat
Ya'll want to ball, ya'll needing that,
Daddy fat sacks I just need the mac
I got the cheese, she saying please
Adding a daddy at the end and see
Me go animal animal off the leash
Whatever we doing we keeping it secret
Yo, break it down on the floor
I don't throw no bows cause I took them before
And I take them again cause I'm always gonna roll
In the deepest of pits in the hell of my soul
Hello my soul I don't know you no more
Fell on my knees and I'm burning that bowl
Riding up high I'm on a power pole and
The lighting will strike and I don't give a fuck
God damn, I'm just tryna' get the shit that I planned, my man
Pass another forty back and burn another quarter back
And I don't do no window shopping baby I just order that
And I don't give a fuck about a motherfucking quarterback
Grabbing on my balls in my own zone run it back
Grabbing on my balls in the O-Zone cause I'm that
Alien, outer space, anyway I'm coming back
Uh, I don't want to talk about nothing (nothing)
Unless you gonna talk on the money (money)
My girl she making that money (money)
My girl she sweeter than honey (honey)
My girl gonna hop like a bunny (bunny)
Yeah we play dress up it's funny (funny)
If we can't laugh in the middle of fucking
I'm running, I'm running, I'm lucky (so lucky)
See that little Irish in me (me)
Batting my eyelash you see (see)
I don't want to be cute as you (you)
You everything that I need (need)
You everything that I need (need)
How come I can't feel happy
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come
Malcolm in the middle (yeah)
In between the hell and heaven I give you (yeah, yeah), uh
How I feel so little (yeah)
Little Minish cap but the fit match with a (yeah, yeah), uh
Dollar sign that's why Link in green
Or maybe Mary Jane she want to grab my sleeve
We go to make believe and then we never leave
A little Korok flock my girl need that seed (yeah)
I need that sea (yeah), I need the land (yeah)
Overnight flight with the contraband
I pack nasty thoughts I want a big old van
So I can travel around the country and a stranger can
Wait outside in that freezing cold
Until they go inside and then fill that stands
And then hear me say that I love my fans
And get a break from the pain cause I know they can
Go, break it down on the floor
I don't throw no bows cause I took them before
And I take them again cause I'm always gonna roll
In the deepest of pits in the hell of my soul
Hello my soul I don't know you no more
Fell on my knees and I'm burning that bowl
Riding up high I'm on a power pole and
The lighting will strike and I don't give a fuck
God damn, I'm just tryna' get the shit that I planned, my man
Pass another forty back and burn another quarter back
And I don't do no window shopping baby I just order that
And I don't give a fuck about a motherfucking quarterback
Grabbing on my balls in my own zone run it back
Grabbing on my balls in the O-Zone cause I'm that
Alien, outer space, and I'm never coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
Uh, uh, uh
Homie hit the line and he said got a show
In the demon mode where I go when I'm alone
Got the demon clique with sharp horn warn
Anybody want to get me into shit cause I know
Once I turn that on it ain't really gonna go
Until I can get all the rage out more
Money more problems I know that now
I can buy all the weed that I want won't grow
Go to the store, get the liquor
Liver gonna think I be drinking for four
I don't need more, but I get more
Everyone there and I'm ready to pour
Shot with beer, beer with shot
Yeah you gonna know if you listen before
Spark on the porch, borrow the torch
Pocketing it I know you from before
Lord help me, got a little tipsy too damn fast
They won't let me, take another drink but I'm moving past
I go empty, out another bottle I ain't looking back
I go heavy, playing out a role I'm a hoe at that
Playing like this, playing like that
Buy the yarn ball just to pet the cat
Ya'll want to ball, ya'll needing that,
Daddy fat sacks I just need the mac
I got the cheese, she saying please
Adding a daddy at the end and see
Me go animal animal off the leash
Whatever we doing we keeping it secret
Yo, break it down on the floor
I don't throw no bows cause I took them before
And I take them again cause I'm always gonna roll
In the deepest of pits in the hell of my soul
Hello my soul I don't know you no more
Fell on my knees and I'm burning that bowl
Riding up high I'm on a power pole and
The lighting will strike and I don't give a fuck
God damn, I'm just tryna' get the shit that I planned, my man
Pass another forty back and burn another quarter back
And I don't do no window shopping baby I just order that
And I don't give a fuck about a motherfucking quarterback
Grabbing on my balls in my own zone run it back
Grabbing on my balls in the O-Zone cause I'm that
Alien, outer space, anyway I'm coming back
Uh, I don't want to talk about nothing (nothing)
Unless you gonna talk on the money (money)
My girl she making that money (money)
My girl she sweeter than honey (honey)
My girl gonna hop like a bunny (bunny)
Yeah we play dress up it's funny (funny)
If we can't laugh in the middle of fucking
I'm running, I'm running, I'm lucky (so lucky)
See that little Irish in me (me)
Batting my eyelash you see (see)
I don't want to be cute as you (you)
You everything that I need (need)
You everything that I need (need)
How come I can't feel happy
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come (how come) how come (how come)
How come
Malcolm in the middle (yeah)
In between the hell and heaven I give you (yeah, yeah), uh
How I feel so little (yeah)
Little Minish cap but the fit match with a (yeah, yeah), uh
Dollar sign that's why Link in green
Or maybe Mary Jane she want to grab my sleeve
We go to make believe and then we never leave
A little Korok flock my girl need that seed (yeah)
I need that sea (yeah), I need the land (yeah)
Overnight flight with the contraband
I pack nasty thoughts I want a big old van
So I can travel around the country and a stranger can
Wait outside in that freezing cold
Until they go inside and then fill that stands
And then hear me say that I love my fans
And get a break from the pain cause I know they can
Go, break it down on the floor
I don't throw no bows cause I took them before
And I take them again cause I'm always gonna roll
In the deepest of pits in the hell of my soul
Hello my soul I don't know you no more
Fell on my knees and I'm burning that bowl
Riding up high I'm on a power pole and
The lighting will strike and I don't give a fuck
God damn, I'm just tryna' get the shit that I planned, my man
Pass another forty back and burn another quarter back
And I don't do no window shopping baby I just order that
And I don't give a fuck about a motherfucking quarterback
Grabbing on my balls in my own zone run it back
Grabbing on my balls in the O-Zone cause I'm that
Alien, outer space, and I'm never coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
Coming back, coming back, I ain't coming back
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
I'm running it and loving it, I'm running it and loving it
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Writer(s): Donovan Paige
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