Privilously Poncheezied

Feel light as it flows
Into our homes

Can't hide the fact that we're both here (Runnin' rampant round town with my head in the ground)
(But that's just s-u-p-p-o-s-e how it's suppose to be) Don't let it go
(Me in the trunk making audible thumps) We're so scared

(And we break and we dip and we crash and we fly) Draw the line
(But it's not really a big deal, I'm a tolerable guy) He knows
(In the age of piss when the old man whistles) Peel back the book for a while
(Yeah, I'm late, but don't remind me of our separate pistols)

(You mean nothing, nothing)

I'm ballistically drunk, I'm a triumphant lump
I'm an instant glow ball coffee syrup florist filled gunk
That beat is mystically drunk, I'm a triumphant lump
I'm an instant glow ball coffee syrup declog your gunk
Declog your gunk, declog your gunk
(Drunk, gunk, drunk, gunk, drunk, gunk...)

It's only funny in the back side of love
Well, I won't let it break my self-esteem
Oh, it's only funny in the back side of love
We'll open our graves

Move on, I caught you instantly
Move on, you stomping elephant
Move on, I caught you instantly
Move on, you stomping elephant

But I'd hate to say no
When it comes to those beautiful blue eyes
And I'd hate to say no
When it comes to those beautiful fuckin' eyes
Hold on girl, well, I promise that we'll have it all
Hold on girl, well, I promise that we'll have it all

It's only funny in the back side of love
Well, I won't let it break my self-esteem
Oh, it's only funny in the back side of love
We'll open our graves

You've got loud as fuck sighs, you know how to fake cry
You've got that ostrich beak that's lowering your skill in sneak
You've got loud as fuck sighs, you know how to fake cry
You've got that ostrich beak that's lowering your skill in sneak

You've got loud as fuck sighs, you know how to fake cry
You got, you got, you got, you got me



Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Craig, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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