LOCAL SHUN!

Just staying in my room
No resolve to make the things move
What should I write, no clue
That doesn't stop payments from being due
Slept all day didn't get paid
What do I say, not self made
Living in a box
And I wanna fucking stop

Local shun, gotta run, not a son
21, no gun, I'm no fun
Bitches lie, make me cry, say goodbye
Who am I, gotta try, gonna die, I'm gonna die

Jumping on this synth, write a line
Fuck man, when do I catch mine
Never gonna have a cosign
Made piece with it, so it'll be fine
Work and die, what a life
Full of spite like cloud strife
Wanna be idolized like a wife
No tifa, cut with a knife

Local shun, gotta run, not a son
21, no gun, I'm no fun
Bitches lie, make me cry, say goodbye
Who am I, gotta try, gonna die, I'm gonna die



Credits
Writer(s): Kaden Thueson, Your Pal Cujo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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