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[Intro: Yung Kiddo]
Yo
Yung Kiddo!
Glasspopcorn got the original goods, I got the derivative decents (chuckles)
Let’s go
2084, twenty eighty four, 2003
(clears throat)
[Verse 1: Yung Kiddo]
Unh, morose and lugubrious
Got no fucking lessons getting through to us
I fuck white girls and piss on the floor
Piss on Flo and piss on flow
May not have a permit yet
But I get lots of allowance though
Lock your daughters up, get to your bomb shelters
PCP and DMT, helter skelter
Got them all aching with the fucking thirst
You can call them some dried up smelters
Sometimes get a crush on a super cute Werther
My harem’s full of bitches and some fucking jerkers
Better not touch my PS4
Cos if you do so, I’ll fucking hurt you
Every single Friday I do hoodrat shit in Target
I mix Mountain Dew with Red Bull, I’m in the mood to start shit
I may be fucked up but I’m never fucking up though
And by the way, (chuckles) I’ve never fucked a ho
Always thinking ’bout this girl I like every single day
My life’s a comedy and the internet is my stage
Look at us the wrong way, and we’re the type to murk ya
This is like Google +, and you ain’t in my circle
[interlude]
[Verse 2: Scummy]
They’re gonna say that I try too hard, take a look at me, ya think I care?
Hanging with my boys, gonna max my card, don’t give a fuck, hands in the air
Ollie on Viagra cos I’m tryna pop wood
Doing the shit that every young kid should
You won’t catch up but you wish you could
I’m young and wild but I ain’t from the hood
Call me gay Armstrong, you think I’m in Deep Space
Nah, we just make music; I don’t fuck his face
Don’t act like it’s sus that I’m around his place
Drinking Red Bulls; if you’re asleep, that’s a waste
Check me flexing
It’s your girl I’m texting
She’s gonna be my next thing
I don’t even like her; that’s the best thing
I’m up, I’m down, I’m left, I’m right
That’s the kind of shit that keep me up at night
When I’m with the squad, my thoughts don’t fight
I’ll keep it shut though, I’ma be alright
Gonna find a nice girl with a pillow for an ass
She might let me hit it, so I might just ask
The munchies hit, so the blunt I pass
Can’t eat the popcorn cos you know it’s Glass
It’s partly cloudy, I’m partly rowdy
These girls didn’t want it, but now they hound me
Guys didn’t like it, they still wanna ground me
Like burgers, cyanide in a cup, that’s murder
Don’t do yoga cos my chill is herbal
Don’t travel strapped cos my weapon’s verbal
We’ll „Smoke On The Water” and drink Deep Purple
This shit like Google +, you ain’t in my circle (Unh!)
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