Boint!
Ahh, yahh ahh...
Yah, ahh ahh
Ahh yahh
Ahh, ahh ahh...
Yah, ahh ahh
Ahh yahh ahh
(This is a 'crab thing, baby' exclusive)
I get BOINT on a Thursday
Feelin kinda thirstay
Not a lot inside my cup
I started sippin' earlay
BOINT off the Kirkay
Feelin kinda murkay
Tryna get into my own residence
Using yer key
I'm talkin' backwards, like backwards, like only talking thatwards
And I got my shit so mix and matched I'm feeling kinda bastard-ly
I'm boutta free base dog hair inadvisedly
Love the way you look at me, it's kicking up my allergies, ahh!!
Oh man, I feel like shit
What was even in that beer and gin
And large black coffee and hard seltzer
And vodka Sprite
And several turquoise American Spirits
And other beer
And Rainbow Unicorn flavored Bang energy drink
And 125 cartridges of nitrous oxide
And two 40's of Olde English 800 High Gravity fine malt liquor
And 750 milligrams of the shiniest, scaliest uncut crab dust you've ever seen in your life
And a handful of mushrooms
And three tabs of acid
And a goddamn double stuff Oreo
Ya know, it was probably the Sprite
Fuck!
(Baby)
BOINT on a Saturday
Feelin' like a travesty
Like who the hell emptied my cup?
How did it even get this way?
BOINT off the Kirkay
What the fuck is low key?
Tryna get out of my own residence
Break the wind-y
I feel like Jackie O, like Jackie, whoa, I feel it coming over me
Searching sand for talismans like Wheatus talkin' Jackie C
Fresh peefloaf, brain salad surgery
I'm feeling like the brothers three, got swimmer's itch all over me
Whoa!
Ahhh!
I'm feelin' like the shadow brothers three, like hey, is that a blade I see?
Nope
And now you know
Take a trip inside my head
I got that wall to wall carpeting
I got ceilings so low that you have to duck
Construction crew would ask me questions
Told them I don't give a single fuck
Take a load off, stay a while (Take a load off, stay a wh-)
To get to bathroom, walk a mile (To get bathroom, walk a mi-)
I got doors that don't lead anywhere (I got doors that eeoh)
I haven't had a chance to make a map and honestly don't really care
This morning we have an update in the contaminated pet food blamed for sickening thousands of dogs and cats
More than sixty million packages were taken off store shelves last month -
Now, another company has recalled four more pet foods for a different reason
Yah, ahh ahh
Ahh yahh
Ahh, ahh ahh...
Yah, ahh ahh
Ahh yahh ahh
(This is a 'crab thing, baby' exclusive)
I get BOINT on a Thursday
Feelin kinda thirstay
Not a lot inside my cup
I started sippin' earlay
BOINT off the Kirkay
Feelin kinda murkay
Tryna get into my own residence
Using yer key
I'm talkin' backwards, like backwards, like only talking thatwards
And I got my shit so mix and matched I'm feeling kinda bastard-ly
I'm boutta free base dog hair inadvisedly
Love the way you look at me, it's kicking up my allergies, ahh!!
Oh man, I feel like shit
What was even in that beer and gin
And large black coffee and hard seltzer
And vodka Sprite
And several turquoise American Spirits
And other beer
And Rainbow Unicorn flavored Bang energy drink
And 125 cartridges of nitrous oxide
And two 40's of Olde English 800 High Gravity fine malt liquor
And 750 milligrams of the shiniest, scaliest uncut crab dust you've ever seen in your life
And a handful of mushrooms
And three tabs of acid
And a goddamn double stuff Oreo
Ya know, it was probably the Sprite
Fuck!
(Baby)
BOINT on a Saturday
Feelin' like a travesty
Like who the hell emptied my cup?
How did it even get this way?
BOINT off the Kirkay
What the fuck is low key?
Tryna get out of my own residence
Break the wind-y
I feel like Jackie O, like Jackie, whoa, I feel it coming over me
Searching sand for talismans like Wheatus talkin' Jackie C
Fresh peefloaf, brain salad surgery
I'm feeling like the brothers three, got swimmer's itch all over me
Whoa!
Ahhh!
I'm feelin' like the shadow brothers three, like hey, is that a blade I see?
Nope
And now you know
Take a trip inside my head
I got that wall to wall carpeting
I got ceilings so low that you have to duck
Construction crew would ask me questions
Told them I don't give a single fuck
Take a load off, stay a while (Take a load off, stay a wh-)
To get to bathroom, walk a mile (To get bathroom, walk a mi-)
I got doors that don't lead anywhere (I got doors that eeoh)
I haven't had a chance to make a map and honestly don't really care
This morning we have an update in the contaminated pet food blamed for sickening thousands of dogs and cats
More than sixty million packages were taken off store shelves last month -
Now, another company has recalled four more pet foods for a different reason
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