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mos thoser - food house lyrics

hi spence, this is lieutenant with berklee college police
ah, yeah, i need to speak with you, either on the phone or in person
um, the school monitored a disturbing, um, tweet between you and frax
(ya)
this is mos thoser

i feel like a hot pink b*tch named breakfast (yeah)
boutta make a girls gone wild spinoff called twink gone reckless, they wanna (bing, bing, bong)
take pics cause i made this fit and necklace
they all squat around me, i hold double king palm ambidextrous
kids distracted, listen to me while in class, i feel like tetris
thembofication, poison your mind and body, i’m asbestos
if you see somebody with dyed hair who smells like weed and does not care
and they listen to snare that’s how you know that they infected with that
new world order, no more gods, only sophie
y’all know god is trans, so let’s pray to her and stream trophy
tonight let’s do sh*t that gets us in cringe comps
make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on

tonight let’s do sh*t that gets us in cringe comps
make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on

i just want you to see, i just want you to see
the way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy
tonight no freakin’ out, don’t check my bank account
don’t check my grades right now, just go insane right now

and micah just told me i’m poggers
i thought someone else was sellin’ tabs and poppers
now i’m running through the streets like i am frogger
everything i do, attention from these bloggers
i go home

you’re an icon ’cause you’re me
think about how many people know they’re g*y because of me
got that f*r*umlaut*h, my whole crew gettin’ guzzly
grab your man, he’s trying to role*play and be all snuggly
restrain before he p*ss me off too much and i complain
you’ll never get that f*cking tarnish off your name
you f*ck with me you’ll have to find a different sp*ce
stay in your place, get out my face

ooh
25, 25 minutes till i go on stage
warm the crowd up, tell ’em play nightcore beyoncé
smoke in a dark green room like a séance, ayy
almost ok, but someone here gives me a rude vibe
vineyard vines on, i bet you listen to maroon 5
you wanna have a conversation ’bout my whole life
i could talk but i gotta go
they bark and pantin’ for me that’s that dog show

sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now
sane right now, sane right now

now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now– (can gupi turn the)

now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now

(give a f*ck what my schedule says, i won’t give a f*ck till i’m f*cking dead)
now, now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
(give a f*ck what my schedule says, f*ck notch, f*ck musk, and i’ll p*ss on zedd)
now, now, now, now, now*now*now*now*now*now
(give a f*ck what my schedule says, i won’t give a f*ck till i’m f*cking dead)
(give a f*ck what my schedule says)

um, it’s best you call me, uh, so we can stop this, okay?

- food house lyrics

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