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rain socks! - jkl aka yllw. lyrics

[verse 1: yllw.]
how many wifi connections have i made?
used to post you up, but memories fade
now i’m layed up
collect a couple pay stubs
tryna be more iso’d
i’m feeling like i’m trae young (aye)
i’m getting buckets in the biggest of moments
my windows rolled up
like, “i know that you smoking!”
don’t know what burnt out is
what’s it like to be toasted?
skins been thicker, but i still use my lotion

[verse 2: lavient]
it’s the
coldest shogunate to whip the corolla b*tch
clothed in frozen fits
potent with jokes and quips
hoe i ain’t zoning in
glowing wrist to hit my showboating fix
post it so i exist
one moment outspokenness then it’s
noiseless coping broken wits to ward abyss
but don’t get it twisted
i just got the keys to heaven and got evicted
eloping with your mistresses
just to show you what amiss is
i dug a grave for juliet and took a sh*t in it
got her moaning now i’m probing like an alien
i’m tryna sauce her to the dough like an italian
the way she boutta shake gon make banana split
aye
i’m saying f*ck it like this sh*t is a trojan
i’m cookin beats in the oven i heard your tape it’s atrocious
fake and you bogus
butchering beats to noticed
you ride the wave off my ripple
i might be glaive cuz i’m so p*ssed
[verse 3: yllw.]
aye, i’m angry as f*ck
peddle for pieces of bucks
i’m too gassed, i’m throwing it up
i’m sick, like demar in the clutch
you bullsh*t, to pretend you’re enough
you cl!ck spurs like dorothy
metronome cl!ck, and you boring me
caught up in the rain while it’s pouring
begging for some warmth, where’s the porridge?
a wh0re for support, but i’m left just looking at my portrait

[verse 4: lavient]
you hopeless
mvp like i’m jokic
you ain’t getting no sun and you gon blame it on yo kids?
go fish
eatin bad cause i’m broke b*tch
incendiary language got you feeling provoked, lit!
hermit ‘til i die close the blinds
get massaged at a whole foods
you collage borrowed time
madvillain too nice
all cap what you write
off*suit two and seven
see through bluff in yo rhyme
[verse 5: yllw., lavient]
who you think i am?
your mixes are like sticky hands
i pop sickfits like i was grease in a pan
stick to gimmicks like you jam, you ain’t jam
strictly business minding mine, i advance
i’m advanced and u just tryna ketchup
too busy relishing while i go get a leg up
fed up, not enough stomach to digest
to sum it up i plummet from the pummel of my jest
and i’ll say it with my chest

- jkl aka yllw lyrics

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