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aa was lit but we don't quit - vincent, the owl lyrics

[intro]
yeah
owl

[chorus]
yeah
aa was lit but we don’t quit (nah)
aa was lit but we don’t quit (f*ck no)
aa was lit but we not quitters, its operate with liquor
sh*t got me stuck like sticker
aa was lit but we don’t quit (don’t quit)
aa was lit but we don’t quit (we don’t quit)
aa was lit but we not quitters, its operate with liquor
sh*t got me stuck like sticker

[verse]
quit? must be nuts like snicker
6 pack cut like scissor
bud light sipper
p*ss owl blood type thicker
scuffle fight pull up like zipper
crushed iced something nice in the snifter
find me at the bottom like sp*ce bar
racing cars something straight and hard in my mason jar
pause * y’all the type “its been a few months since i ate a carb”
stay starved my place staying large force regimen
pi$$ owl * ride to all your doctors score medicine and
leave that b*tch dancing like george jefferson
nothings been the same since my parents divorce settlement
all i had was a copy of the source and divorce precedents
pour venom inside of my head and let it absorb first
then bury what’s left of my corpse in eminem tour merch
lq closed sh*t i’m best friends with the store clerk
so open up them doors to my he*rs* for a gentleman
lately been feeling like a out of water fish
my nights be like leave work then ball with friends
drink till my convos making far from sense (what?)
leave the bar to p*ss
jump inside my car park in a ditch to st barnabas (f*ck!)
chilling with nurse jackie (what up?)
poppin more sh*t than burst acne
percs and xannies
by the time i’m a grandfather my brain gonna be a burnt tangerine
me and my team stay beat like tambourines
sh*t i bet my dad schemes how he gonna get back at me for airing
out all the bad and embarrassing things as a parent that happened i seen (sorry)
probably come after me shooting clips and magazines
after he reads my future magazine clippings it don’t matter to me (f*ck it!)

god d*mn you
lemme start again
i ran through in a vans suit, starting sh*t, operating
hands glued to a can of brew intoxicated
poppa made a copy paste of his ass my mama hates it
sh*t me change? no can do. i f*cking hate owl
i’d rather be at jason voorhees lake house with a taped mouth clamped and screwed
feel like my rap careers taped to the ground
a parked greyhound my bags are loaded but the gas pedals can’t move (f*ck!)
that’s why i drown myself and keep my brain chained to the moon
sh*t ain’t helping its just alcohol sprayed in the wound
shank soon (?) absorb all the drinks i consume to maintain gloom
can’t imagine the spirits ima take to the tomb
bang boom
kick in the door * straight to the refrigerator
all you heard from op was no drinking in the store
kick in the door * straight to the refrigerator
all you heard from op was no drinking in the store

[outro]
yeah
owl
op*erate
the liquor store my church

- vincent the owl lyrics

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