Snatch Man, The Pickle Bois, ron - 0h W0W lyrics
[Snatch Man, The Pickle Bois, ron - 0h W0W lyrics]
You won't put my finger in your butthole
Want two knuckles in your garlic knot
Pucker up and lemme put that marinara
In your spaghetti dungeon
No box in my life
I finally find some fucking clarity
Bitches be fine but they're really
Fucking scared of me
Steppin' on a minefield, every day a misery
One wrong step and my life is fucking history
320, it's a home but it goes away
I'll stay stoned, issa known
I won't go astray
102, it's my tomb, it's the new shit
I owe you for the glue cuz we coolin'
609 to the 860, you saved my life
I ain't ready to go i ain't ready to go
You won't put my finger in your butthole
Want two knuckles in your garlic knot
Drama all around me
Grasping for some honesty
Brandon tryna fuck me
Carved out like a poultry
Time of the year when everybody's carving
Seems I've got no choice but be
A turkey or a pumpkin
Either get backstabbed and roasted
By the fire or have my insides torn out and
Still be forced to smile no other choices
Stuck in the middle like Jimmy Eat World
Couldn't pick flavors so all
My emotions swirled
Do I risk it with one and fuck up the other
Am I worth anything without my brother?
At some point in a drought
You gotta find an oasis
And suddenly you start admiring
The other boys' faces
Suddenly you want more than
A friend-to-friend basis
Hold me tight and penetrate me
With your pen -wait
I got lost in the grass
Skipped another class
And swore it'd be my last
I saw a pretty lass the other day
I made her laugh
But she was just an apparition
Reminiscent of an ex, damn gone is the past
I thought it would be easier
I made it but I'm gaspin'
And every time I smoke now
I'm always fucking hackin'
Queue the laughin'
Followed by the bowl tappin'
Pack one more, cut it with the ashes
Didn't see the harm in justifying damage
But the thing about the heart is
That we all feelin' lost
And we lookin' for a spark just
To feel like we're adequate
And even though we try to
Manage all the sadnesses
Navigate a broken world in
Our awkward apparatuses
And the madness wants to take it's toll
Even when your coffers running low
And you feeling mighty powerless
Grab ya homies, hold 'em tight
Use that love for your bandages
I swear it'll make it right
And even if it doesn't
The world's probably gonna end soon anyway
Want two knuckles in your garlic knot
Pucker up and lemme put that marinara
In your spaghetti dungeon
No box in my life
I finally find some fucking clarity
Bitches be fine but they're really
Fucking scared of me
Steppin' on a minefield, every day a misery
One wrong step and my life is fucking history
320, it's a home but it goes away
I'll stay stoned, issa known
I won't go astray
102, it's my tomb, it's the new shit
I owe you for the glue cuz we coolin'
609 to the 860, you saved my life
I ain't ready to go i ain't ready to go
You won't put my finger in your butthole
Want two knuckles in your garlic knot
Drama all around me
Grasping for some honesty
Brandon tryna fuck me
Carved out like a poultry
Time of the year when everybody's carving
Seems I've got no choice but be
A turkey or a pumpkin
Either get backstabbed and roasted
By the fire or have my insides torn out and
Still be forced to smile no other choices
Stuck in the middle like Jimmy Eat World
Couldn't pick flavors so all
My emotions swirled
Do I risk it with one and fuck up the other
Am I worth anything without my brother?
At some point in a drought
You gotta find an oasis
And suddenly you start admiring
The other boys' faces
Suddenly you want more than
A friend-to-friend basis
Hold me tight and penetrate me
With your pen -wait
I got lost in the grass
Skipped another class
And swore it'd be my last
I saw a pretty lass the other day
I made her laugh
But she was just an apparition
Reminiscent of an ex, damn gone is the past
I thought it would be easier
I made it but I'm gaspin'
And every time I smoke now
I'm always fucking hackin'
Queue the laughin'
Followed by the bowl tappin'
Pack one more, cut it with the ashes
Didn't see the harm in justifying damage
But the thing about the heart is
That we all feelin' lost
And we lookin' for a spark just
To feel like we're adequate
And even though we try to
Manage all the sadnesses
Navigate a broken world in
Our awkward apparatuses
And the madness wants to take it's toll
Even when your coffers running low
And you feeling mighty powerless
Grab ya homies, hold 'em tight
Use that love for your bandages
I swear it'll make it right
And even if it doesn't
The world's probably gonna end soon anyway