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tea time - ryan oakes lyrics

[intro: ryan oakes, hoodie allen]
wait, wait, wait
bro, what is this?
i think i need a tea time
actually, hold on, let me–let me go

[verse 1: ryan oakes]
if i hit another wine and dine
you better make mine cyanide
show up, be fake, shoot sh*t, look, i’m one of the guys
please put me on tour with who i idolize
and then
talk about me like the next big thing
and then i’ll bow down, while you’ll pull them strings
dress so fresh, but your breath still stinks
from the sh*t you talk when the shots don’t sink
yo, let me make things perfectly clear
if the industry burned, i would still be here
y’all ain’t ever make me, you just making it weird
’cause i’m tryna play ball, but i don’t get cheers
just cheers, when you’re making a toast
y’all are all ears when you hear what i gross
but i’m passing my peers that you doing the most
for, and you wondering why now you starting to choke

[chorus: ryan oakes]
i think i need a tea time (oh!)
too shallow, need a deep dive (hey!)
comin’ for the whole d*mn beehive
i don’t need no help (hey!)
you hate me, i’ma sleep tight (oh!)
can’t slow down, on a b*line (hey!)
y’all’s songs hit like a b*side
i don’t need no help
[verse 2: hoodie allen]
yo
top of the game like it’s the first inning
ego bigger than my head is
money tall like andy pettitte
never had a label, you could label me as independent
if i want it, i’ma get it, jewish boy got challah bread
it’s as*salamu alayk*m, i don’t beef no more
that sh*t is deaded (woo!)
but don’t get it twisted, it if you mess with me, you gon’ regret it ([?])
i ain’t superstitious, i just leave you stitches where your head is (where at?)
and i’m still getting mad love like you playing tennis (okay)
heard you wanted some tea
well i ain’t spilling it (woo!)
paul giamatti went blue faces to billions
rap game chameleons (uh*huh)
we your favorite pop punk band’s favorite drunk jam
oh, we k!lling ’em
it’s a fact, we go all out boy
these other rappers irrelevant, they should fall out, boy
y’all stumped like patrick
i hit the gas quick
’til i’m the only one in this b*tch like panic!

- ryan oakes lyrics

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