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roadhouse - braindead drama lyrics

what’s poppin’? figured i better stop in
with a few more reasons why i reside inside your top ten
shots sloshin’ in the bottom of the belly
she hit me on the celly to tell me they in the telly
oh god now i’m braggin’ again
and all my motherf-cking morals left hanging again
i’m drunk dancing on my car until the roof caves in
they ain’t playin’, they ain’t payin’, i ain’t hatin’, i’m just sayin’
this that sh-t that you blackout to
when your side piece meets your main girl and they slap out to
but i’m just here to get them panties in a bunch
20 something manchild eating candy for lunch
i got daps for the fans
got pabst in a can
sh-t slaps in the van
grasp mammary glands
hands clap and they stand
like back in demand
i mastered the plan
can’t relax like d-mn
so f-ck a 9 to 5, i’m in the rhymin’ biz
i put my d-ck over my wrist and ask your chick what time it is
i know ya heard of me, rap game ron burgandy
your girl was pretty flirty b, double check your paternity
now slow down ’cause i know where the cops sit
holdin’ an unspilled beer up in the mosh pit
drunk again trying to steer up in the c-ckpit
god it’s obnoxious, drama just stop it
pull up to her house like skrrrrrt
then she let me pull up on her blouse and skrrrrt
see they be buckin’ a lot, still duckin’ from cops
a whole bucket of schnapps and then a couple of shots
i hit the snooze like it f-cked my girl
i hit the booze and i’m like f-ck the world
roll in late not even sorry that i’m tardy
and my glovebox got more tickets than a carny
keep pouring, i could drown in these bars
i’m from where everybody’s clapping like a round of applause
i don’t trust ’em, they keep it a little snarky
i lost my friends but still can’t find my car keys
snappin’ selfies in the back of the squad car
got the whip impounded ’cause them beats they knock hard
-ss so good that i had to take notes
i’ma keep on flowing and we will see what floats
pardon me, just wondering where the party be
every city, every stage, i leave a little part of me
i reckon you recognize all the records i’m wreckin’
big appet-te, this is my second round of seconds

- braindead drama lyrics

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