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gas - closegood lyrics

wake up sleepy*headed wax sticky finger stoner
stomach still emaciated, faded off a foul memory
make of me a man and maybe then i can be femme and free
and paint my f*cking nails pink so think*pieces center me

i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk
i don’t need no company on facetime either
just a dirty baseline and a bag of sativa

only paper in my pocket is for something i can smoke
lint knotted coins cutting up my throat when i swallow
rock bottom’s got a hollowing joke:
it’s just a mirror of the top with a lot more pot smoke
bet you i’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr*ne to pick a bone
never home

all my homies modern renditions of tarot
barely home in their bone marrow and narrowly not broke
we make it by the skin of our t**th and these n*ggas be making it by the skin of their kinfolk
n*ggas dodging blessings like the heavens said think fast
patience getting thinner quick like i’m on slim fast
i will make a dinner of your ego if we go any further
imma needa roll a black with some green like shego
these days the blunt be my only amigo
good gas got the voice crack low like tito
talk to me sideways get a stitch like lilo
feeling c*nt, cum drunk on my steve*o sh*t
don’t start no sh*t won’t be no sh*t
get sh*tfaced to face all the emotions
i’m back on my bull and packing a bowl
i be on my young black negro sh*t, ugh

i am a b*tch and a bad one at that
your n*gga spoil me and call me his brat
he got my name in a tat, but your b*tch got my name on her cat
and i got her cat on my tongue, yeah
i got the gas in my lungs, yeah
i eat her like she a luncheon
i can not pass up a function
b*tch!

i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk
i live in my head, my head is clouded with weed smoke
i get back in bed and tell myself i don’t need folk

bet you i’ll be better in a week, hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr*ne to pick a bone
never home

bet you i’ll be better in a week hit me after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the venue
broke and i tend to be alone
often, off and on temper, pr*ne to pick a bone
never home
pick a bone
pick a bone
never home
never home
never home

bet you i’ll be better in a week, week, after the rent’s due
lungs weak coughing at the back of the ven*venue
and i tend to be alone (be alone, be alone, be alone)

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