Masturpeace - EarthGang

Bad news

Phone call 'em

So-called

In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece

Dressing up for casualties, R.I.P

Penny T’s, R.I.P Pendergrass, teddy bears in the street

I can barely bear to be a better me

Best believe, Momma own last first

Best worst enemy

Oh Lord

Old Ford, Old Dodge, old dude, hodge podge

Hot porridge in the soles of my feet

Shout out to Soulo, 47 killing souls for free

Empty-handed Moss and the kids pissing on my knee

Hold on, gotta breathe

Ok, funny how laughing hard make you crazy

Crazy how crying soft make you nervous

It’s nerve-racking that the people that they said blooda' purchased was

brainwashed to feel the most worthless

Bad news

Phone call 'em

So-called

In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece

Bad news

Phone call 'em

So-called

In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece

Fresh out of filter tips

Guess I’ll just use this

Fresh out of filter tips

Guess I’ll just use this

Fresh out of filter tips

Guess I’ll just use this

Bad news

Phone call 'em

So-called

In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece

Bad news

Phone call 'em

So-called

In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece

Years fly by with you

Maybe that’s a good thing, maybe I done found me a good thing

Bird’s eye high with you

Got him seeing new things, think I might’ve found the other shoestring

That was corny but you laughed always do

When I’m with you, I can’t even hear things

It’s like I’m at the bottom of a rosy pool

I just wanna be here for a couple days

I just wanna «Hi babe»

I can’t even think straight

Now I’m late with replays

Every day’s another hour

Every hour’s just a minute

Every minute I don’t see you, I can see the phrase

I know it’s driving you away

And girl, it’s driving me insane

Standing under waterfalls calling you

Always gotta struggle with the follow through

It’s my fault, it’s not on you

It’s my fault, it’s not on you

I’m just here to drop off

Cuz I’m so anti and you so let’s try

And we just might’ve hit the drop off

But if you don’t mind, hope we this one time 'fore we just fall and get our

rocks off

Plus you know I don’t fuck with the locks off

Usually, I don’t fuck with the socks off

Never that, never trust, not the knock offs

It’s too much, it’s too much, girl to hop off

Cuz karma could give a fuck what you fin' to or intend to, what your friends do

Reach for the end, so pass me the hot sauce

Fresh out of filter tips

Hoping this won’t hurt a bit

Tell the angels you deserve a lift