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signal - cippy lyrics

(verse 1)
time calls on me
but f*ck being called upon
no wise words to say
i’d rather talk to god
but i don’t give him a date
‘got a lot of sh*t on my plate’
cause i know it’s what the kids like to say nowadays
no disrespect, no i mean the full praise
it all comes from how you were really raised
watchin’ goofb*lls and ragtags
mischievous squad packs
superpower talents with antisocial habits
and your grandmama whippin’ up somethin’ good
way way back before you started high school
and there it goes tumblin’ down like a raging boulder
family ties cut, the keatons’ wanted a daughter
but without us, what kinda life would ya have to suffer?
strange dilemma, make a call to chief hopper
get on with it stupid ass kid
i was there before, stutterin’ and sh*t
and i*i*i*i i got better at it
meditatin’ like i did on track 7
get out the lane your in or you’ll lose the chance
i’ll clap my hands as i look back at you and laugh
eventually they’ll ask “who the f*ck is that?”
let them know that this is really who i am
i’m cippy

(bridge)
cosmetic boy he tryna look pretty
he lookin’ sad he has a little acne
bleach the hair, change the body
wipe away the dead remains
fixin’ up basically everythin’
now who is that?
cause now we’re on the same page
flip the magazine cover
doesn’t know who’s on it anyways

(break)
pardon
excuse me
who sneezed in my blue cheese?
oh wait it was you
cause you lookin’ kinda moldy

(verse 2)
burnin’ in the sun
you got your fake spray tan on
when your not lookin’ i’ll snag a view
like i’m martin parr
got the calvin’s for your drawers
makeup wipe the clown mask off
this whole impressionistic era isn’t looking good for ya
no goin’ back to the realists, no going back to the cubes
i don’t even wanna see what andy will make of you
turn you into a can full of prosthetic*made chicken soup
yeah, that’s really what i’m comparing you to
all the harsh words just spit out of your braces
you’re easily throwable, old gum on my laces
i don’t use the soles
i’m carried like a pharaoh
from egyptian ages

(outro)
no need for a signal

- cippy lyrics

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