Duffel Bag
I got a hunnid fuckin bands in the duffel bag
Run it back
Check the tag before I go have fun with that
I've been getting to the paper so they calling me a lumberjack
Calling me a lumberjack
I'm swinging axes and I'm taking they heads off
So let's get to the root of the problem, everyone dead soft
Sipping whiskey over the rocks to take the edge off
Try to forget all my sins while I slumber
One eye open, that's my blunder, blunder
Gotta wonder, I wonder
They won't ever let it rest until I'm 6 feet under
Now I'm up and they all want a piece, lightning to the thunder
They the toilet I'm the plunger
I just talk shit
I'm just chillin with the pilot in the private jet cockpit
Middle of the moshpit, hot shit
'Cause they all thinking that I'm hot shit
Pop shit, champagne poet, like I ain't got shit
But now I got it all
Like I ain't already forgotten y'all
I'm just taking a breather, I'm used to soaking up the sun
Homie call me cotton ball
Everybody want a piece now that my moneys gotten tall
And I'm moving through the wall
Danny Phantom, but a demigod
Wonder how it is to live this life when you floating through the bullshit
Call me Pennywise
'Cause we all float down here
Devil grab me by the feet and said get down here
We don't make a sound here
But I just wanna make my sound clear
Shed a super proud tear
Always welcome now, clear?
Is the sound clear?
Got a bad bitch she ain't from around here
See?
I can just talk about shit 'cause I'm free
Egos start breaking when I start to speak
Bitch, don't bark at me
Just hurry up, put it in park and then leave
Pour me up, pour me up
Pour me up, I need a drink
Pour me up, pour me up
Pour me up, I need to sleep, slumber
Blunder, blunder
Gotta wonder, I wonder
They won't ever let it rest until I'm 6 feet under
Now I'm up and they all want a piece, lightning to the thunder
They the toilet I'm the plunger
I just talk shit
I'm just chillin with the pilot in the private jet cockpit
Middle of the moshpit, hot shit
'Cause they all thinking that I'm hot shit
Pop shit, champagne poet, like I ain't got shit
Run it back
Check the tag before I go have fun with that
I've been getting to the paper so they calling me a lumberjack
Calling me a lumberjack
I'm swinging axes and I'm taking they heads off
So let's get to the root of the problem, everyone dead soft
Sipping whiskey over the rocks to take the edge off
Try to forget all my sins while I slumber
One eye open, that's my blunder, blunder
Gotta wonder, I wonder
They won't ever let it rest until I'm 6 feet under
Now I'm up and they all want a piece, lightning to the thunder
They the toilet I'm the plunger
I just talk shit
I'm just chillin with the pilot in the private jet cockpit
Middle of the moshpit, hot shit
'Cause they all thinking that I'm hot shit
Pop shit, champagne poet, like I ain't got shit
But now I got it all
Like I ain't already forgotten y'all
I'm just taking a breather, I'm used to soaking up the sun
Homie call me cotton ball
Everybody want a piece now that my moneys gotten tall
And I'm moving through the wall
Danny Phantom, but a demigod
Wonder how it is to live this life when you floating through the bullshit
Call me Pennywise
'Cause we all float down here
Devil grab me by the feet and said get down here
We don't make a sound here
But I just wanna make my sound clear
Shed a super proud tear
Always welcome now, clear?
Is the sound clear?
Got a bad bitch she ain't from around here
See?
I can just talk about shit 'cause I'm free
Egos start breaking when I start to speak
Bitch, don't bark at me
Just hurry up, put it in park and then leave
Pour me up, pour me up
Pour me up, I need a drink
Pour me up, pour me up
Pour me up, I need to sleep, slumber
Blunder, blunder
Gotta wonder, I wonder
They won't ever let it rest until I'm 6 feet under
Now I'm up and they all want a piece, lightning to the thunder
They the toilet I'm the plunger
I just talk shit
I'm just chillin with the pilot in the private jet cockpit
Middle of the moshpit, hot shit
'Cause they all thinking that I'm hot shit
Pop shit, champagne poet, like I ain't got shit
Credits
Writer(s): Brayden Calendar
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