Hypomania Freestyle 6
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Yeah, I like that
Uh
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Take a couple photos with the patients of amazing dick
In four doors like I'm crazy rich, with savings piling up
At the ATM I'm anxious like I'm Miley Cyrus mother
Five songs a day for three summers
That's nothing
Try making nine songs a day at your cousins
Fuck you
You ain't even know the struggle
Vincent fucking hustled, other kids was blowing fucking bubbles
When your Hubba Bubba pop, in your ear "I got another"
I'll sell it for six dollars, or a Snickers
Fat kid was fucking hungry, was Snickers now a bong
Got up off the fucking couch and the clicked the speakers on
My bitch say she like my songs
But that's cuz she can rhyme with 'em
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
I hate this shitty music like a Haitian hate a hurricane
Vince is inconsiderate, I say that's insane
Can you imagine that? While I using was at Circle K
Excuse me Super Loser you could prolly make a change
I'd tell you was right, then roll the windows on the white range
Drive away and write a song bout that moment
Make a couple pennies and then say I own it
I am not the best, but I hope to be
Make a few thou and buy shit like potpourri
I don't even know what that is
But I will eventually, I guess
Prosthetic titties on my fucking broad
And I don't like 'em
I like natural
Is she got get mad that I said that?
Eh, whatever
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Just the shit I think in my six cornered room, all alone
Sick to my stomach, in her organs like the flu
I think she might have left, cuz she went to the bathroom
And she ain't come back in like two minutes
The pussy ain't religion
I pull out the fucking pencil and start writing on the walls
Couple bars 'bout this whore with the big gap tooth
I used to say I like it but I changed my mind
Say no shit and just dip, your so rude
And then in come you
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Yeah
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
I ain't saying shit, I'm just saying shit
Thanks for coming
Yeah, I like that
Uh
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Take a couple photos with the patients of amazing dick
In four doors like I'm crazy rich, with savings piling up
At the ATM I'm anxious like I'm Miley Cyrus mother
Five songs a day for three summers
That's nothing
Try making nine songs a day at your cousins
Fuck you
You ain't even know the struggle
Vincent fucking hustled, other kids was blowing fucking bubbles
When your Hubba Bubba pop, in your ear "I got another"
I'll sell it for six dollars, or a Snickers
Fat kid was fucking hungry, was Snickers now a bong
Got up off the fucking couch and the clicked the speakers on
My bitch say she like my songs
But that's cuz she can rhyme with 'em
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
I hate this shitty music like a Haitian hate a hurricane
Vince is inconsiderate, I say that's insane
Can you imagine that? While I using was at Circle K
Excuse me Super Loser you could prolly make a change
I'd tell you was right, then roll the windows on the white range
Drive away and write a song bout that moment
Make a couple pennies and then say I own it
I am not the best, but I hope to be
Make a few thou and buy shit like potpourri
I don't even know what that is
But I will eventually, I guess
Prosthetic titties on my fucking broad
And I don't like 'em
I like natural
Is she got get mad that I said that?
Eh, whatever
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Just the shit I think in my six cornered room, all alone
Sick to my stomach, in her organs like the flu
I think she might have left, cuz she went to the bathroom
And she ain't come back in like two minutes
The pussy ain't religion
I pull out the fucking pencil and start writing on the walls
Couple bars 'bout this whore with the big gap tooth
I used to say I like it but I changed my mind
Say no shit and just dip, your so rude
And then in come you
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
Yeah
I ain't saying shit, but I'm saying shit
I ain't saying shit, I'm just saying shit
Thanks for coming
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Writer(s): Vincenzo Tamburina
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