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split-screen - paris texas lyrics

[intro: louie pastel]
–die (who wanna die, who wanna–)

[chorus: louie pastel, felix]
we had to take a lil’ walk with this sh*t, had to figure it out
bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them ‘fl!ckies is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
why would i hear any backtalk when i got my d*ck in her mouth? (yuh)

[verse 1: felix]
in school i was made fun of
for the way i talk my grammar
i’m african like bambaataa
bet they all love hear me now
bet them same ones lovin’ our sound
stayin’ at home was a problem
i was playin’ games, wanna do albums
meanwhile my grades would suffer
ay, ay, ay, did that sh*t for a whole summer
now my parents thought that was a bummer
and i might catch salmonella
all this chicken that i touch, raw
and somе women that i f*cked, too raw
n*ggas wanna play a game, i saw
now thеre’s blood all over these walls
ay, ay ay, in my past life, i was an otter
where i’d backstroke in that water
overseas, hey, pardon my manners
this sh*t magic, part of my manner
this swag deep steel like armor
got blues around my collar
but i still feel i gotta work harder
[chorus: louie pastel]
we had to take a lil’ walk with this sh*t, had to figure it out
bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them ‘fl!ckies is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
why would i hear any backup when i got my d*ck in her mouth?

[verse 2: louie pastel]
bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, i f*cked up my kidney
you talkin’ that bullsh*t, my n*gga, my n*gga, you cannot get rid’ me
i cannot f*ck with them n*ggas no more, them n*ggas is iffy
i do not f*ck with 100 no more, better keep it 150, uh
i had no roof over my head, don’t believe in ceilings, huh
had to part his eyelids, n*ggas couldn’t hear his feelin’, huh
walked up in the buildin’, had one hand up on my phallus, huh
walked up in the buildin’, treat this b*tch like it’s my palace, huh
better come near me with good intentions, not no malice, huh
trust me, i know n*ggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh
give my b*tch some shrooms and now she startin’ to feel like alice, huh
trippin’ gon be easy just because she think i’m valid

[chorus: louie pastel]
we had to take a lil’ walk with this sh*t, had to figure it out
bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them ‘fl!ckies is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
why would i hear any backtalk when i got my d*ck in her mouth?

- paris texas lyrics

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