Fernsby

Um hello

I'm the kid wearing cardigan
Harder than peabody wearing narks in the back where the alleys bend
Scuffle through trailer parks in the bratty van
Lollygagging like I didn't know where the sucker ends
You won't do a jig then I'll do it then
Dancing in the back like Clairo just molested him
(Fuck)
The fish boy swimming up
Toppling pawns it's a blunder better check him up or
Or he's a rut, scrummaging through in the life of a mutt
Life of a fuck, alone in these chucks
Dancing in my room

It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you do a jig
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you dance to it
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you do a jig
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you dance to it

(Bitch)

Two steps from psychotic
Brain is awry, and my head still in autumn
Noddin', jottin', stop just to cough
Like yo bitch when she gnawing it off till she nauseous
In awe, I'm still dropping these thoughts 'fore my dome hit the ground, is impeccable
Metal in the head again
Tell me something pleasant 'fore I wake
I'm just riding these waves for the time being
Pockets full of ambiance
Make their jaw drop when I tell em' fuck god
Hit 'em in the subconscious thought, posture drop
Nodding of to lauder land
Brought here to fuck your daughters man

It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you do a jig
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you dance to it
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you do a jig
It's the Fernsby tape motherfucker better see you dance to it

(Bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Caden Hancock
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