Shlumped Up
What the hell is going on?
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
I'm beating up my demons with some nun-chucks
I think I'ma go to sleep in my hoodie
Listen, we might have to fight in the streets for my hoodie
I said, "Baby life's a movie, you gotta star in that bitch"
Girl, do your own thing, don't make time for the pricks
Why you smoking loose tobacco, but you're acting so stiff?
She said, I should watch my mouth, watch my back, and my lips
I need some blueberry pancakes, been fucking up handshakes
I can't afford to pay respect, at least that's what the bank says
I'm punch drunk 11 a.m. on a Wednesday
I said, "Slap your landlord if he say the rent's late"
Baby, I'm ashamed to say, I fall asleep
In my jeans about six days out the week
I've been burning holes in my soul and my brand-new fleece
I'm tryna see my ego on a T-shirt, Dawgy, rest in peace
They be like, "Ooh, he got gumption," I can barely function
The kids are getting pissy-missy, can't you hear them rumbling?
Baby, it's natural, the wind blows and the sun sets (for real?)
Once in a while I slip up, I get to punching
Damn, I can barely breathe in this place
The Devil's tryna dance, can you keep her away?
God, I've stood so fucking still, flowers bloom from my pocket
Said don't hand me no ball, baby, I'll probably drop it
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
I'm beating up my demons with some nun-chucks
I think I'ma go to sleep in my hoodie
Listen, we might have to fight in the streets for my hoodie
I said, "Baby, life's a movie, you gotta star in that bitch"
Girl, do your own thing, don't make time for the pricks
Why you smoking loose tobacco, but you're acting so stiff?
She said I should watch my mouth, watch my back, and my lips
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
Pumped up, body feeling like a dump truck, scum fuck
How you know I got no pants on? Dance on
Hit me up on my burner, baby, Samsung
(Listen girl) I'm all gas no brakes, face melt, snowflakes
I don't waste no days, don't mess with my Feng Shui
Shit looks hectic, it looks crazy from the outside in
Hit my baby on the phone, yo, let's do it all again
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
I'm beating up my demons with some nun-chucks
I think I'ma go to sleep in my hoodie
Listen, we might have to fight in the streets for my hoodie
I said, "Baby life's a movie, you gotta star in that bitch"
Girl, do your own thing, don't make time for the pricks
Why you smoking loose tobacco, but you're acting so stiff?
She said, I should watch my mouth, watch my back, and my lips
I need some blueberry pancakes, been fucking up handshakes
I can't afford to pay respect, at least that's what the bank says
I'm punch drunk 11 a.m. on a Wednesday
I said, "Slap your landlord if he say the rent's late"
Baby, I'm ashamed to say, I fall asleep
In my jeans about six days out the week
I've been burning holes in my soul and my brand-new fleece
I'm tryna see my ego on a T-shirt, Dawgy, rest in peace
They be like, "Ooh, he got gumption," I can barely function
The kids are getting pissy-missy, can't you hear them rumbling?
Baby, it's natural, the wind blows and the sun sets (for real?)
Once in a while I slip up, I get to punching
Damn, I can barely breathe in this place
The Devil's tryna dance, can you keep her away?
God, I've stood so fucking still, flowers bloom from my pocket
Said don't hand me no ball, baby, I'll probably drop it
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
I'm beating up my demons with some nun-chucks
I think I'ma go to sleep in my hoodie
Listen, we might have to fight in the streets for my hoodie
I said, "Baby, life's a movie, you gotta star in that bitch"
Girl, do your own thing, don't make time for the pricks
Why you smoking loose tobacco, but you're acting so stiff?
She said I should watch my mouth, watch my back, and my lips
You can catch me in the corner looking shlumped up
Pumped up, body feeling like a dump truck, scum fuck
How you know I got no pants on? Dance on
Hit me up on my burner, baby, Samsung
(Listen girl) I'm all gas no brakes, face melt, snowflakes
I don't waste no days, don't mess with my Feng Shui
Shit looks hectic, it looks crazy from the outside in
Hit my baby on the phone, yo, let's do it all again
Credits
Writer(s): Abdu Huss, Cillian Mcauley, Jonathan Ambrose, Richard Oluwafemi Adebusuyi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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