Out Tha' Farmhouse
Hated bitches shittin' on my shit
Yung lyricist, 40 bands loaded on the clip
Swung wrists at her clit
Till it goes inside and drips
All of my kids, creampie
Eatin' Debbie out until she cries
For the size is super high
Broken mind
Tryna fix it getting high
I'ma die any second, so I'm kind
Till' I'm nice
Wanna be known as the kid who blown
Holes in hopes his flow was golden
Words goin' biting speakers
Stereo, hear me twice
Super Mario was chasing hoes that ain't wanna be saved
How many levels till' you figure out she can't be saved?
Fuckin' every day
Bowser fuckin' Mary Jane
In her peach until his hairy came
On her face, turtles marry scary thangs
In a sewer smoking till the pain regains
My shame is that I'm very tame
Underneath facades I bring
To keep myself sane
But I'd rather grab the noose again
And hang my name, head in cement
Till the bricks extend my neck
In my defense, I'm too complex
To be correct
Guilty sex, with my ex
Texts that changing the subjects
Depressed effects
Makin' teens compress
And dirty bubbles filled with cess
Blowin' o's, I'm a mess
Bloody needles on my desk
Sellin' to keep up with rent
My credit score reflects my checks
I'm crying till I lose respect
Rhymin' till the frame collects
A picture of a figure rhyming bout his ex
Microphone collecting dust my dreams are dead
Like the person that's inside my head
That version of myself is dead
Runnin' out the farmhouse
Chasin' like a cat and mouse
Met a penguin with the cows
Don't care about the drought in house
Tryna fit in with the snouts
Tryna save her, I'm a clown
Figured out, walked in, saw her friends
They snowed me out, I had to plow
Popped her pussy in my mouth
All her friends that's on my couch
Fuckin' when I'm goin' out
She's too tired when we're out
Can't arouse, so I left her down south
Got a call, she's pregnant with my kid
I blocked the fucking number cause I really fuckin' doubt
Never fucked around
Knew it was that dude in house
On my couch, eatin' my food
Sucking dick in my room
Texting me about you
They'll feel the heat in June
The losers two, bitch I ran away from you
I'm lucky that she cheated too
You can have her dude
Fuckin' dumbass
Yung lyricist, 40 bands loaded on the clip
Swung wrists at her clit
Till it goes inside and drips
All of my kids, creampie
Eatin' Debbie out until she cries
For the size is super high
Broken mind
Tryna fix it getting high
I'ma die any second, so I'm kind
Till' I'm nice
Wanna be known as the kid who blown
Holes in hopes his flow was golden
Words goin' biting speakers
Stereo, hear me twice
Super Mario was chasing hoes that ain't wanna be saved
How many levels till' you figure out she can't be saved?
Fuckin' every day
Bowser fuckin' Mary Jane
In her peach until his hairy came
On her face, turtles marry scary thangs
In a sewer smoking till the pain regains
My shame is that I'm very tame
Underneath facades I bring
To keep myself sane
But I'd rather grab the noose again
And hang my name, head in cement
Till the bricks extend my neck
In my defense, I'm too complex
To be correct
Guilty sex, with my ex
Texts that changing the subjects
Depressed effects
Makin' teens compress
And dirty bubbles filled with cess
Blowin' o's, I'm a mess
Bloody needles on my desk
Sellin' to keep up with rent
My credit score reflects my checks
I'm crying till I lose respect
Rhymin' till the frame collects
A picture of a figure rhyming bout his ex
Microphone collecting dust my dreams are dead
Like the person that's inside my head
That version of myself is dead
Runnin' out the farmhouse
Chasin' like a cat and mouse
Met a penguin with the cows
Don't care about the drought in house
Tryna fit in with the snouts
Tryna save her, I'm a clown
Figured out, walked in, saw her friends
They snowed me out, I had to plow
Popped her pussy in my mouth
All her friends that's on my couch
Fuckin' when I'm goin' out
She's too tired when we're out
Can't arouse, so I left her down south
Got a call, she's pregnant with my kid
I blocked the fucking number cause I really fuckin' doubt
Never fucked around
Knew it was that dude in house
On my couch, eatin' my food
Sucking dick in my room
Texting me about you
They'll feel the heat in June
The losers two, bitch I ran away from you
I'm lucky that she cheated too
You can have her dude
Fuckin' dumbass
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Writer(s): Cal Hickory, Cole Johnson
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