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rojer rover - sybyr lyrics

[intro: sybyr]
woah, woah
god, god, yeah
k!ll them
k!ll them, k!ll them
k!ll them, k!ll them

[verse 1: sybyr]
now they making my skully hurt with the syllables they utter (ahh)
take these heads, leave ’em in a motel gutter (ahh)
i could barely breathe, for surprise like your mother (ahh)
never tell me “simmer down”, stressin’ like no other
where your -ss been when you feeling neglected? (woah)
f-ck do you mean we are better rejected? (woah, woah)
the demons i clean out i f-cking perfected (woah)
i swear he gon’ see us, f-ck all that mech sh-t (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
pray for the rapper like a motherf-cking crash course
turn these simple f-ckers into dogs, pulling our force
raging like a temperament, ooh, f-ckin’ full force
clvn, f-ck all of your plans, b-tch eat a horse (wooh)
god d-mn, you ruin every d-mn day (wooh, woah)
hating everything ’cause everything straight sh-t (woah)
excuses [?] (woah)
ringe bleed blood, i’ma cut my own d-ck (yeah)

[verse 2: ghostie]
been a minute since a n-gg- got to speak his mind
drinking, learning software and breaking my spine
if you could dig deep down enough then you will find
why you lied about the sh-t i was committing crimes
i been the lowest of the low, how am i still standing?
n-gg-s really think that i f-ck with brandin’
f-ck y’all n-gg-s and f-ck that mad sh-t
come and find me if you want that damage
man i really thought that i gave up violence
if it’s not for you, then n-gg- don’t try it
rather have the drama, than be quiet
them days are over, that sh-t ain’t flyin’
‘ringe i’m sorry bro, i had to let them know
i’mma wait it out and we’ll see how this go
in other news, oh i heard we had a show
we need this sh-t so we know that we’ll grow
n-gg- weirdo see, it’s the couping creeps (creeps)
really making tracks, really selling beats (beats)
stomping on your feet
cooking h-lla sh-t ’cause we need to eat (ayy)
none of you people tell me how to be
it’s been 3 years since i started to rap
in them 3 years life ain’t cut me no slack
b-tch i am burgundy, don’t call me black
i was so lost until i found a mac, pack
lackin’ -ss dude with his f-ckin’ hand out
with this machete, i’ma show him what i’m about
been past the stage of hearing them out
month after month i was sleeping on the couch
so why do you expect me to be nice now? (why)
don’t come over here, you are not allowed (why)
go make that fake sh-t on soundcloud
it’s ghostie, you phony, so globe out your route

- sybyr lyrics

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