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why? - yung ulcer lyrics

[verse 1: yung ulcer]

i got this rope around my neck, i’m bout to jump from a tree
they praying on my downfall, i give ’em front row seats, it’s fine by me
i’m smoking on a fatty mcghee, and shouting f*ck every ex, especially that b*tch marie
d*mn that p*ssy smelled marine, you’ll see what i mean when you pop up on that page and see the grossest b*tch you ever seen
p*ssy looking like it came out of a horror scene
never f*ck a b*tch that’s horoscope, or is a fiend

i knew i was the realest since i made evergreen
fatties wanna play the hunger games, i’m katniss everdeen (c*nt!)
how the f*ck you washed up, but you never clean
i heard you was tryna be the one, but you’re never me
thought she was the one, now she just a memory
i been asking “why?” since that day in elementary
y is for young authors just like me
and y is for yung ulcer, who the f*ck i be
straight slime green, what the f*ck i bleed
and straight slime green ’til they set slime free

this b*tch mine, she a real dime freak
we between them sheets, never down by the creek
sh*t could get scary when you f*ck around with a creep
off them blue m30’s, tonight we going deep
to this day, i still tell my friends i never seen her
the travel center’s nice, but i should be at the arena
i fixed that old ford, the pedal to the floor now
i’m tryna f*ck this industry, my foot is in the door now
all i gotta do is sneak behind and d*ck that wh0re down
fifth of greygoose in my system and i’m chugging more down
whatever happens to us from this day
just know i really did this sh*t and i did this sh*t my own way
i been f*cking her since first grade, second grade
i don’t care about a b*tch, f*ck what a bird say
[verse 2: big destro]

come see me chip away minutes off of my life, sulking over twitter responses formed my mind, man
the only humans worth caring for have a soul, normal way of life is practically getting old
it keeps on comin’ and comin’, b*tch it will never go
connect the dots from a box, you’d think it’s domino’s

i’m pullin’ fingers, the gas is what i won’t ever fear
a ticket not for the speeding but, for the way i steer
it’s all just comical drifting myself up into profit
slam the breaks now the real sh*t is outta pocket

(i will never be sh*t)

truly this is where i stand
janitorial vision, cleaning the f*ckin’ amps
december 7th but cancer is what they say i am
hang up that invoice b*tch, i said it’s all a scam

- yung ulcer lyrics

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