Baker Cult - Shade lyrics

This just in, severe weather
Report for Grafton, mass
We're detecting massive amounts of
Shade coming in
It's gonna be a cold one folks

Don't, don't, don't
Don't don't you dare fuck with my girl
If I catch yo ass lurkin'
These hands go retarded
Cause, I don't play games with a fuckboy
You soft as fuck like the Pillsbury doughboy
Spray yo ass down with the draco
I grew up in a place
Where they carrying a tec
And for you I ain't never had respect
So just watch for your neck, Yah yah
All you spoiled kids don't know what
It's like to live the struggle
Ever since a yougin' my ma
Been grinding on the double


See you were born into the money with
The spoon up in your mouth
I stayed boolin' with my youngins had
To watch out for myself
And yeah I never was gang
Banging but shit please
Don't get it twisted
If you wanna fuck with me I'll
Come right out and get ballistic
You can miss me with the bullshit I'll
Just throw it to the side
Fuck the subtweets boy be a man
Go eye to eye
So you just wear your vineyard vines and keep
Them converse on your feet bitch bitch

S-H-A-D-E the bakers mobbin' in the streets
We throw so much shade you think
You find us in the trees we throwing shade
We throwing shade we throwing shade
Don't give a fuck what you say

Jooby, out of the grave make you my slave
Hit you with the one, two put you in a daze
Next time say that shit to my face
Don't give a fuck about race
Put you in your place, place
Rinse you with an all blue uzi scucci, Coogi
Hunting for the Coogi all day long tho
Feeling bland just like a fucking John Doe
(Aye) chilling with homies all day
Smoking and shit got us so fucking fazed
Canada where I wish I was raised
Maple syrup in my veins
Aye, all we say is aye
Richibucto what the fuck is up with you (Ooo)
Coming through, coming through
I'm coming for you aye

Bitch I'm fucked up, are you fucked up?
Cause i'm fucked up, let's get fucked up
Drink more shots face down blunts
I'm faded need more drugs
These thots dense like good nugs
They dress up but all bluffs
They not hot they just sluts
Not girlies call them thots
I'm sorry those my thoughts
Get offended that's your fault
And I'm not drunk, I'm fucked up
Call me fucked up cause I'm fucked up
And the shit that I say might be fucked up
And I hope they get mad if I'm too rough
If I'm too rough, was I too rough?
Nah nah nah nah nah
S-H-A-D-E the bakers mobbin' in the streets
(Okay) we throw so much shade you think
You find us in the trees (We up there)
We throwing shade
We throwing shade (Too much shade)
We throwing shade (yeah, yeah)
Don't give a fuck what you say

These thotties man, they all be the same
Ripped jeans on lock and
White converse for days
Thots ain't loyal, they steady scheming
They love to play games you better believe me
I don't fuck with it
Also Grafton moms be talking all this shit
Throw more shade and you're
Gonna get fucking hit
But first just let me take another
Rip of these good ass chives
Yeah, I gotta get more high
Gotta throw all this shade that's
Been on my mind
Like all the times you wanted to
Hang but instead you just lied
Now I just contemplate sad shit
That's been kept inside
Some days I wanna die but
I'll push through alright
Sad boy wanna vibe but you
Killed it with a fight
Said you didn't want to catch feelings
But you'll catch these hands tonight
We throwing shade
Don't give a fuck what you say

Better back the back the fuck up
Bitch I ain't feeling myself
Got me fucked up talking all that shit
I always knew you were a little snitch bitch
I'm lit with rage can't keep
Control of my brain i need a way out
The only way out is a fight back
Bitch I be right back
This time I won't hold back
You got me runnin', stuntin'
Bluntin' all the way to your dm's
Give you the good'o one two
Peaka peaka boo bitch