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i don't watch sports - cole myer lyrics

it’s like i can’t feel the pain but my chest still hurt
when i think about your body why my chest still hurt?
i can’t keep it as a front, i swear i don’t want her
i can keep on being sober but my legs won’t work
i’ve been working on my body but i don’t watch sports
don’t watch p*rn and don’t watch youtube, watch the grass grow out of dirt (that’s what they want right?)
i deleted tinder off my phone, i don’t know how to flirt
you thought you hit the bottom, told ’em “worse gets worse”
i’ve been taking psychedelic drugs, my heart might burst
ricky told me knock that sh*t off, told my b*tch i come first
i can’t hold a hand in public, ask my ex and she’ll confirm
i might grow my hair out, dye it black, and get a perm
i can drive right now like what’s the word, d*mn huh
you see me behind the wheel, i’m drunk, i swervе, d*mn huh
i ain’t watching sports, woman’s volleyball in shorts
back in school they would nevеr let me on the court
i’m like man, y’all just a script, i wanna see the source
i’m the only person here to fill the bleacher floors
shoutout to my dad, if i’m bipolar, then i’m poor and rich
stand outside your house, the cops arrest me cause i’m loitering
i could walk a hundred million miles just to floor a b*tch
told my ex i cheated on her, see her hit the floor again
i’ve never ever cheated, just manipulated wh0res, i’m sick
only popped out to your party cause i need an insta fl!ck
i don’t wanna rap, the hoes hate it, but i love this sh*t
i really hate a hater, i’ma floor ’em all with shlong and d*ck
top dawg entertainment need to sign me, i’ma f*ckin’ pimp
lump of coal inside your stocking, it’s not santa, jesus did
i’ve been begging for my life to own since just a kid
illicit substances, the chillist gave up selling out his crib
it’s been a long time since we talked, don’t need rekindling
she lied to me once before, i know she’ll gonna lie again
i can’t go through this again take back your cardigan
t*swift could call me up like “hey how travis kelce been?”
i’m glad i finally came back from the times when it was dark and dim
looking back, there’s never been a better time for me to win
good lord, you know i need it, take me to the holy land
baruch atah, family jewish but i’m going ham
i said, i said hey ricky you do the adlibs (walk down, walk down)
i write a verse and i spit it in past tense (aye, aye)
i could’ve watched sports but i didn’t sh*t happens (tank gang, tank gang)
i’m from virginia, i’ve been to manhattan
d*mn, a big headed bow legged justin bieb
that’s what they see when they look at me (huh)
my money get bigger abundantly (i give you the rope)
i know that you notice (that’s what i tote), i know you be watching my rocket, i mean you be stalking my pockets (yup)
we talk on the tele, he told him he’d tell him i told him i tell him we folded we lost it (d*mn, d*mn, tank gang, tank gang)
run around mad max in this city, i think they see i’m exhausted (dumb hoe, you thot)
i am, d*mn (walk down)

i told you i don’t watch sports i’d rather take the ball myself and go and dribble down the court
i be watching mma cause it’s more interesting like this dude could get punched and just pass away
i haven’t hit my prime, i’m on this grind, so i can’t die today
if i hit rock bottom you might see me throwing fists
i don’t like it when they punch me i don’t like getting hit
but i do it if i gotta take that sh*t right to the chin
i think i’m on my way because i’m yearning for a win
yeah, you see me longing for the things i can’t have
same guy but my mullet sl!ck back
same guy with that microphone tat
this music sh*t my life i stand on that
gotta, new b*tch with the same big ass
big guy with a heart like glass

- cole myer lyrics

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