Gloat

Crack a bottle of wine, return to the classes with a tie
I'm grounded from this life, and tossed to the side
I got a hatred for drugs, I missed out on the tide
Maybe I lack a mom's hug
Maybe I lack a dad's hug and a couple tears to cry
Maybe that's good
Men don't cry I heard maybe it's a splendid look
I think different a bit, Mr. Suitcase stuck on the roof
He scared to hop off and risk breaking his legs a bit
He a pussy tisk tisk all he gonna be a crooked crook who's shook

Gold strapped to links can suck my dick, don't diss a goat
Keep in your place you got black balled in a click
And to the host
You best decide who you spend your time to devote
Satan or god I ain't saying but I'm just saying to cast a vote
Make it a wise a bit,
If you don't, you might just get some smoke
We'll see the next scam you gloat, and the next fan you control

Syn will now present his version
Of Ostavi Trag



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Radke
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