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come home - lost~s0unds lyrics

[intro]
(but yea, as i said, d*ckriders are crazy, f*ck b*tches, uh
get money, and um, yea, don’t waste your money on a b*tch that you know doesn’t genuinely like you
but ay, an affection type of way? boy i will treat you like a king, dont even worry about that
listen i’ll tell you this, with moving on or what not, like with moving on and what not
like, i’ll tell you, this is how i go, if i’m really not over someone, i will physically express that to them, but if i get to the point where
i’m not talking to you, we are not on talking terms, uh, your friends got beef with me, um, im talking to other b*tches, we* i’ve moved on, ok?
yeah, i don’t want to at this point be in a friendship with her because*)

[interlude]
(ay, ay, hold up watch me spit some bars on this sh*t, eheh
f*ck alright
i am an animal, ill eat your p*ssy like a cannibal
and then i can eat some cannabis, and call a day like a man in mist
fly me to the moon and let me take to outersp*ce, hehe)

[verse 1]
(im whispering in your ear, you think you can hear me qu*)
let’s talk about what can happen
you spreading rumors, man i go***
imma* and you calling me, boom
you on a tv show, i don’t give a f*ck
you sucking all on this c*ck, but then you don’t want me
now you is off
and you wantin’ his b*tch and you tell him off, ay
now listen, i don’t know where you went or where you been
hold up, wait lemme switch it up
i know you been cheating cause why is you leaving
i go ahead telling me “this isn’t meaning sh*t”
ay, if i’m mental health, you is creaming b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck about your sh*t though
f*ck you, you a b*tch though
he don’t love me, he dont love f*ckers, i dont give a f*ck about your b*tch though
ay, you is the new man
you tryna diss me with your ugly b*tch, man i don’t give a f*ck man
you is this man, who is this b*tch and who is you gon’ play with?
leading this b*tch on, you playless
you led this man fo* on for 6 months, now he’s back on your d*ck though
giving a b*tch any attention she want is a minute to f*ck though
and you can say i’m from the sopranos
from how i talk to these man hoes
and they telling me that it’s a bad flow, bad hoes? i’m a mad toad
they don’t give a f*ck about my mad hoes, or my mack hoes
got the gat hoe, gonna shoot you ass with a mack coat
f*ck you b, man we gotta flee
i don’t give a f*ck about you b*tches, you see?
i said “i love you” and you just dipped man
we got an argument, i think i gotta hit, it quick
i’m hitting yo vape like nothing matters
i’m poppin’ pills like you don’t matter
i’m poppin’ this and i’m f*cking ruining my life
all because you broke up with me, am i right?
yes, i don’t matter, i’m being used man, it’s hatter
man i’m on a f*cking latter, go under me you out*er
*, why’d i name drop?
f*cking these hoes real crazy, all of you want me
all of you made me, all of you really just want me
i don’t give a f*ck about what you seeing
i think that my flow is wack though and i think that you’s a wack hoe
and you just homie hopping from my friends
the bro code is gone in our group
but i don’t give a f*ck about you boo
you can show up and p*ss off the redheads
i don’t give a f*ck about you man, i’m off meds
i don’t give a f*ck about anything that f*cking happens
i’m f*cking done with bullsh*t and i’m mackin’
and i can do what i want, im a genshin
f*ck these f* man i’m out b*tch
i’m on yo d*ck now
you is meatriding all these hoes though
i don’t give a f*ck about the mack hoes man, i love b, i love d
man i love my freaks, and i love these b*tches that don’t want me fleaking
all these hoes on my meat ‘gain, and this b*tch she don’t want me
but i want her man, i’m punky
i don’t give a f*ck about that, we is a monkey
imma go ahead and you tellin’ me funky sh*t
i don’t wanna know about your past
i don’t wanna see your tits, man i’m fasting
and this b*tch got 3 darkskin manson dvds
all these b*tches just wanna see my seeds
in bed, it’s a cheap sheet
i don’t give a f*ck about these b*tches, you see?
cheap skeet on yo cheap seats, in the back of yo car, b
i don’t give f*ck bout your marcy
i’m renting the car out cause yo p*ssy fishy
i don’t f*ck with bbw’s m*th*f*cka
you is a f* that no one ever loved
you getting used for your titties, your never loved
i would agree to love you but i never did, yeah
you said we could be different
you don’t give a f*ck about that sh*t, did ya?
ay, where did you go now?
come home to baby now
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m going through grieving now
i don’t give a f*ck about you b*tches, now i’m gone
you can call me crazy all you want, i’m f*cking psycho, bong
i see your follower count be changing
i didn’t give a f*ck about that darkskin manson
f*ck these b*tches, i’m prancing
five minutes rapping, my breath ain’t sore
and i don’t give about you b*tches, you wh0res
homie hoppin’ ass f*ckers
[outro]
(1, 2
oh, river, wider than a mile
im crossing you inside, someday
make up, my heart, break up, wherever your going, im going
that way, to drift us, off to see the world
there’s such a crazy world, to see)

- losts0unds lyrics

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