Tropes, PlanetZero, heartstopmiami - CLEAN AGAIN lyrics
[Tropes, PlanetZero, heartstopmiami - CLEAN AGAIN lyrics]
Twenty-five dead bodies on the ground
If I write a check I'ma let that shit bounce
If they catch us in the act we gotta bounce
And I can't trust a play
I kick that shit out of bounds
Caught you one eye walking
Ain't smart no Stephen Hawking
Leave you dead on your doorstep knocking
I'm laughing my ass off, I'm party rocking
I leave a survey on your doorstep
"How was your experience?"
A let down like a forklift
I'm in the function only 4 left
88 Rising like my money after store theft
Bitch I am on a roll like I'm at a casino
Your music hella boring it's like watching a
Stop for a minutе
You'll get dropped in a minute
Pilе shots on your block
Packwatch for your main bro
One bullet like I'm Rango
And I'ma shoot at you if
You keep being lame bro
We getting fucked up in the car tonight
Yeah, riding through these roads
Going far tonight got a convertable coop
We seeing stars tonight
Turn the radio on we're
Boppin' hard tonight
Purple white I look like Frieza
Why you wanna be us?
Bullets in the snow, I stay
Kicking shit with zeke, yeah
And me and tropes, we ain't
Fuckin' with your team, yeah
And the rifle got a beam, yeah
Shoot, and duck big bullet through your eye
Eat shit, and die
Stop asking me why I hate you are you dumb
And you just like to talk real loud now
One day I'll be clean
You forced it upon yourself
One day I'll be clean
One day I'll be clean
You forced it upon yourself
One day I'll be clean
Can't believe you trusted me
I thought that I'd never be clean again
Clean again clean again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
If I write a check I'ma let that shit bounce
If they catch us in the act we gotta bounce
And I can't trust a play
I kick that shit out of bounds
Caught you one eye walking
Ain't smart no Stephen Hawking
Leave you dead on your doorstep knocking
I'm laughing my ass off, I'm party rocking
I leave a survey on your doorstep
"How was your experience?"
A let down like a forklift
I'm in the function only 4 left
88 Rising like my money after store theft
Bitch I am on a roll like I'm at a casino
Your music hella boring it's like watching a
Stop for a minutе
You'll get dropped in a minute
Pilе shots on your block
Packwatch for your main bro
One bullet like I'm Rango
And I'ma shoot at you if
You keep being lame bro
We getting fucked up in the car tonight
Yeah, riding through these roads
Going far tonight got a convertable coop
We seeing stars tonight
Turn the radio on we're
Boppin' hard tonight
Purple white I look like Frieza
Why you wanna be us?
Bullets in the snow, I stay
Kicking shit with zeke, yeah
And me and tropes, we ain't
Fuckin' with your team, yeah
And the rifle got a beam, yeah
Shoot, and duck big bullet through your eye
Eat shit, and die
Stop asking me why I hate you are you dumb
And you just like to talk real loud now
One day I'll be clean
You forced it upon yourself
One day I'll be clean
One day I'll be clean
You forced it upon yourself
One day I'll be clean
Can't believe you trusted me
I thought that I'd never be clean again
Clean again clean again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)