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fuck it - tdp & cush lyrics

[hook]

f-ck it, you’re lucky i didn’t roll it
you’re lucky i didn’t blow your brains out
remember back when i told ya, that i’m a locka colombia
f-ck it, roses and whiskey i bet that ya’ll miss me no doubt
f-ck it, you’re lucky i didn’t roll it
you’re lucky i didn’t blow your brains out

[verse 1 tdp]

yo, yo, toe to toe with my emotions
overdosed by the emojis, i couldn’t give you all my focus
i’m focused only on my own sh-t, sipping whiskey picking roses
make a list of all the motives, execute it like a soldier
flexing like i was supposed to
summertime 017 feels make believe i’m chasing dreams
my words are heard sang in the street
know every word that sh-t is sweet
say f-ck the weeks weekends for me
say f-ck the streets i’m in the trees
f-ck make believe i’m living dreams, i’m living free
no sympathy for simple things
you feel the need so plan and see
then follow me follow the lead
i’ll show you things that were taught to me
i’ll p-ss it on a legacy, if thoughts are gone save memories
the simple things that set you free, lord set me free
i bet that ya’ll miss me, been gone for like six weeks
been riding this high tide for sometime i’m dripping
i’m tipsy, excuse me, may i be dismissed please?
i’m f-cked up, so f-ck it, forgive me, it’s tempting

[hook]

[verse 2 cush]

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s cush
no no more balling on a budget, we never saving roaches
spinning like a comp-ss and my eyes are barely open
got me f-cked up, f-ck it, drinking out in public
feels like mardi gras in august, popo out here cuffin’
you don’t know no nothing, quit actin’ like the sh-t (b-tch)
the products up to something once when we step foot in this b-tch (b-tch)
hold up, hold up, whoa there, smoking so much
i got no air, don’t care, f-ck it (f-ck it)
we the dumbest just some young kids you never f-ck with
kick the bucket like a p-ssed off janitor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
every song except for this songs amateur (nah, nah, nah, nah)
getting kicked out of the hotel man f-ck the manager (yo f-ck the manager man)
sorry bout it we won’t pay for damages (nope)
we don’t pay for damages
tape your own d-mn bandages
you’re just another bystander
tryna give me all of my answers, please
f-ck you know about standard needs? (nothing)
life goes too quick as it is, makes no sense to go and rush it
bring the motherf-cking ruckus, cause right now i’m yelling

[hook]

- tdp cush lyrics

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