Yung Pussy Flakes - Watermelon Noodle Packets

Watermelon Noodle Packets

Get it daddy
I'm so dumb, I trip over my own shoelace
Got a brain like a goldfish, just three-second grace
I tried to count to ten but got stuck at number five
Yeah, I'm the king of foolishness, ain't no surprise!

I once wore my shirt inside out, didn't have a clue
Walked around all day, like a fax machine
I poured milk before the cereal, a breakfast disaster
But hey, life's too short to be a rhyme master!

I mix up left and right, every single time
And my dance moves? Well, they're a real crime
I'll bust out the sprinkler when the beat drops
But it looks more like a glitch, with my funky hip hops

Watermelon Noodle Packets, just like noodle packets
Made from watermelons, halved, banned from watermelons

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Writer(s): Braydon Palmer
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