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x - l.o.e. shimmy & ffawty lyrics

[intro: l.o.e shimmy]
ooh

[verse 1: l.o.e shimmy]
can’t put a time on success
just tryna protect my flesh
baby like, “die,” might do the rest
givenchy shoes make a mess
all these pretty girls inside this room, a ten, ain’t nothin’ lеss
count up all these racks while еatin’ ‘shrooms
thank god, i’m feelin’ blessed, uh*uh
i keep takin’ all these different drugs, just tryna heal my wounds
i just pour a four of wocky up, now i walk on the moon
swear to god that ice is bodies up, this world gon’ finish soon
and i want this sh*t so f*ckin’ bad, but i won’t break the rules, ooh*ooh (ooh*ooh)

[chorus: l.o.e shimmy]
uh, i wanna try some x tonight
you just up and left my sight
see you in my afterlife
i hope i can make things right, baby
tryna dim my light, i still shine bright on the daily
i’m more broken than i’ve ever been, someone come save me, ooh
uh, she keep askin’ how i got these scars, them bullets grazed me, ooh*ooh
[verse 2: ffawty]
uh, i might text my ex tonight, just because i’m feelin’ lonely
i might try some x tonight, mix it with the percs ’til i f*ckin’
od
pain hittin’ left and right, i’m beggin’ that somebody holds me
i’m runnin’ from the red and blue lights while chasin’ down a love story
yes, i bought this audemar to look at the time ’cause i see it runnin’ out slowly
is this really what you guys been callin’ life?
is there another way to f*ckin’ show me?
tryin’ to save me from this water, you gon’ drown alone
on the balcony, spillin’ out my heart on top this microphone
down to my lowest, i know i shot, i still won’t dial a phone number
outside, b*tch, i dancin’ in the storm, no, i ain’t afraid of the thunder (uh)
why treat the b*tch like trash when i could just go and dump her?
sittin’ down, dwellin’ on my past, takin’ drugs under the counter
it’s always about her, they died when they doubt her
laughin’ at you, eat that ‘shroom, they wan’ know why is she loud for?
all you need to leave the room, i swear to god is a voucher
i would’ve been rich for myself, i make this bread for the culture
cut the coke with the sulfur, lock yo’ soul with a round lock
sound like i was tellin’ you to go, but i didn’t mean to indulge that

- l o e shimmy ffawty lyrics

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