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dxprxssxxn - mournteo lyrics

[intro]
shoutout mental illness, free the vatican city, free my dawg melly out the kennel
i don’t f*ck with you heathens go to f*ckin’ church b*tch
rip bob barker, you still alive but for when you die cause your time up soon anyways
yuh no yuh yuuuuh

[verse #1]
i got depression
copped me a nexus (ye ye)
going like zoom zoom becomin’ a texan (boy)
timber me booty, ass is so fruity (uh huh)
from how it shakes i know you is a judy (tap tap)
judy so lewdy cause p*rn name is ruby
they callin’ me goofy but i’m just a looney (tunes)

yeah i’m a looney, just turned to a toonie (upgrade)
metal gear solid my d*ck is mine truly (splat splat)
middle name constantin, first name is spooky (boo!)
pull down your pants i start eatin’ your booty (fruity)

liquid cocaine all up in my vein (vein)
fenty with dashes of dirt novacane
i go insane, rollie plain jane (bust it)
copped it off instagram ads drippin’ rain

slide to the left, i’m not alright (b*tch)
tickle the thighs and the booty with all my might (hit it hit it)
coppin’ givenchy, i don’t see the tags (i’m blind)
but my red dot taggin’ all of your mans (pew pew)

removing your mans, wo is just left
break in your hymen, i call that sh*t theft (wowoooh)
all of you know me, i am the best (no cap)
half of the city of windsor support me i know that you all can attest, all can attest, all can attest

[chorus]
i got depression
i got depression
i got depression
i got depression
b*tch you don’t mention
i got depression
but i’m the freshest
bondage my fetish
took her to paris
now she is jealous
bondage my fetish
but i’m a menace
smokin’ on relish
i am a dyk*, not a s*xist
scissor my lettuce i ain’t gettin’ tested
i got depression
i got depression
i got depression
i got depression
b*tch you don’t mention
i got depression
but i’m the freshest
bondage my fetish
took her to paris
now she is jealous
bondage my fetish
but i’m a menace
smokin’ on relish
i am a dyk*, not a s*xist
scissor my lettuce i ain’t gettin’ tested

[verse #2]
p*ssy go splat splat splat splat like a bren gun (boom)
cannolis be super soakin’ on her own buns
f*ckin’ my ex*b*tch, she don’t tell no one (shhh)
trip over call of duty i’ve been on some

perkin’ up, double tap i do the damage (uh)
keepin’ my d*ck in my pants causin’ famine
haven’t been showerin’ in many months so….my lips taste like salmon (b*tch)

- mournteo lyrics

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