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picturesque - sugs lyrics

[intro]
(very well)
(i shall send you to heaven, before i send you to h*ll)

[verse 1]
sound like ke$ha
wake up, brush my t**th with some bottled pressure
said it’s special
many times i heard that one before, i’m thinking lesser
and i just clocked in, where the f*ck we at?
throw a pity party for ourselves, well let me at ‘em, lovely
fiction victim’s what i struck me as
if it’s not vivid them i’m seething, he don’t see his own plank does he?

[pre*hook]
get me started, y’all annoying, bored as pinterest
at biergarten like boy point to where the pitcher is
rest my case, case & point, another day, baby
how far can i take this morbid longing for the picturesque?

[hook]
c’est la vie to my flings
da vinci with these wings
this machine gone take me higher, ain’t no icarus
chianti for my juice
fava beans, hannibal
he i eat, busy tryna find out where his liver is
tommy tee, tommy shoes
tommy briefs, tommy cruise
high as burj khalifa tryna find out when this mission ends
look at me, look at you
then back to me, then back to you
then circle back and please address just what the difference
[verse 2]
‘steem of self look kinda shoddy, you should lift it (you should lift it)
strictly business, trade my b*tch out for a lift kit (for a lift kit)
teddy john, do mathematics, every song a bomb i planted
every pond i swam and step in, been the big fish (i been the biggest)
every shot made in the dark i had to risk it (i had to risk it)
spilling chardonnay on carpet, i forbid it (do not do that
both my hands hold two modelos
all them puppets, string like cello
i won’t ever play coach*lla f*ck a rich kid, i said
f*ck a rich boy, die hen
clucking chickens, behead
go light the incense before we make a kid
been sinful, i repent
heat seeker, so don’t sweat
beer goggles, she a 10
no cigar, not convinced
seethe lately, was i then?
see through ‘em, poseiden
c paper, imma slap my english teacher with a band
tee tucked inside the denim
d. beckham how i bend ‘em
green bud, my blood type venom
g*night punk, it’s time for bed
boogieman, i’m on yo ass
burning man it, drop a tab
homies turning like they went and copped a wrench
beast of burden, heavy racks
peep the furnace, turn ‘em ash
bed is burning, too much body heat
gone tip this off the edge
[pre*hook]
get me started, y’all annoying, bored as pinterest
at biergarten like boy point to where the pitcher is
rest my case, case & point, another day, baby
how far can i take this morbid longing for the picturesque?

- sugs lyrics

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