Marsh Girl

Get 'em up
Break yourself
Stick em up we're making stains
A person in a markin'suit don't hesitate to shoot that thing
Get 'em up
Get 'em up get 'em up

Stick em up stick em up stick em up

Look

Catch me chilling where the crawdads sing
The marsh girl and me
I'm high as fuck smoking all her weed
She fuck me for weeks
We on the run from the feds
Living off of scallopsgrits and some black-eyed peas

But fuck it
I wanna be an outcast
I wanna be me
I don't wanna have to change for everything you see and everything you read
I don't wanna be social I don't wanna have to bleed for everything they do
And Everything they be
I don't need to be anything I just gotta do me real g

Get 'em up
Break yourself
Stick em up we're making stains
A person in a markin suit don't hesitate to shoot that thing)original

Get 'em up
Get 'em up get 'em up

Stick em up stick em up stick em up

Look and when I was young I was just jumping the gun
I was just running for fun
Now I be up in the sun my head in the clouds with all of the ones up above
Yes I've seen Death talked to him twice told him I loved him and offered him life
Whenever I get to the point in my drive where ego takes over and leads to demise
Driven by pride I look to the sky and pray for my life and pray my dawgs
And pray for homies who beating the odds despite all their luck being spent up and gone

And baby this song is really for you
Whenever I float and fly through the roof
The world spills lies but God tells truth
And these are the words I play in the booth

Get 'em up
Break yourself
Stick em up we're making stains
A person in a markin suit don't hesitate to shoot that thing)original

Get 'em up
Get 'em up get 'em up

Stick em up stick em up stick em up

Look and you can call me the ugly duckling
But you can't shun me from ever stunting
And you can't keep me from ever running
I'm Ever longing and ever wanting
Fighting Foo yeah keep 'em coming
Discussing youth is a bit redundant slight abuse with some mental functions missing screws like
Jacob's jumping off the Jack run his jewels take his stack I take they cash they want it back I burn it black
In front they face like it was crack they fiend for more my pen is sharp like Arthur's sword they hit the floor I hit the store they do the most but I do more they say they hot but I be bored



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Kornman
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