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skate - dg the artist lyrics

[intro * dg the artist and adam vetser]
hey, brrr, hey
dude (ayy)
you been in the lab

[verse 1 * dg the artist]
if i were alive in biblical times (woo)
i would’ve been k!lled, they sacrificed goats (woo)
and when i go off just hope you ain’t close (yeah)
this fire is turning my bread into toast (hot, hot)
they tryna put makeup on my face (whoa)
thousands on my clothes (nah)
say i wasn’t fake enough (nah, whoa)
i looked at my face in the mirror and said to myself (what?)
“boy you can’t make this up,” hol’ up (ayy, ayy)

[hook * dg the artist]
whoa, i might quit my job and skate (skate, whoa)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
i might quit my job and skate (skate, skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate, hey)
hol’ up, skate (skatе)
i might quit my job and skate (skate)
hol’ up, skate (skatе)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
i might quit my job and (skate, skate)
[verse 2 * dg the artist and adam vetser]
too many real ones, i never get lonely (whoa)
but i drive four hours to hang with the homie (skrrt skrrt)
and traffic on interstates gettin’ absurd (whoa)
i’m feelin’ like elon, i’m flippin’ the bird (brrr)
not used to the city, i came from the ‘burbs (yeah)
i’m movin’ in silence, i don’t say a word (shh, ahh)
and they all want handouts and look through my purse (huh?)
like “what do you have that you don’t deserve?” (huh?)
i got a few hunnids
a ring for the honey i’m cuffin’ (yeah, woo)
i gave a few gs to my cousins
and dropped a few racks on my oven (yeah)
i’m cookin’ up tracks for the luncheon (yeah)
and i don’t do capital, only do capital punishment (wow)
but i don’t f*ck with the government (whoa)
dg be runnin’ it
droppin’ this track on my bucket list (whoa)
shootin’ my shot and i’m dunkin’ it (hol’ up)
one at a time
people in line (okay)
get out my face (okay)
get out my mind (okay)
now i’m on ms (okay)
‘fore i get signed (okay)
then it’s on bs (okay)
get out my hive (okay)
i ain’t on weed (okay)
but i’m so high (okay)
i need some trees (okay)
up in my sky (okay, whoa)
like i got wings (okay)
how i’m so fly (okay)
i don’t play wii (okay)
i just play i (what?)
shorts and a tee (yeah)
that’s my attire (yeah)
i bring the heat (yeah)
why i’m so fire (yeah)
self immolation (yup, yeah)
no imitation (yup, yeah)
wanna be me (yup, yeah)
rest of my life, hold up (tell ’em, sing it with me now)
[hook * dg the artist]
whoa, wow (hey)
i might quit my job and skate (skate, skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
i might quit my job and skate (skate, skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
hol’ up, skate (skate)
i might quit my job and skate (skate, skate, skrrt)
hol’ up, skate (skate, skrrt)
hol’ up, skate (skate, skrrt), wow
i might quit my job and skate (whoa)

[outro * adam vetser]
dude
f*cking fire
love it
the flows are great, the layering of vocals is really great
you gotta drop this one, this one’s for real

- dg the artist lyrics

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