Yung Lean - Salute / Pacman lyrics

Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys
Up in this bitch until infinity

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard
They follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia
Where's my men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard
They follow me like Pacman

Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
Ridin' through the city with no ceiling
Ain't no lookin' up
She just want to tease it, I was leanin'
They lookin' like us
Touched by the moment, feelin' myself
I'mma cut you off
Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
Openin' my eyes like I ain't never lived
You know who I'm with, ten-million hit's
Put me on your song, I got killer instincts
Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my bitch
Avenger in the night
I be cruisin' grand whips
Slayers stacks like the mayor
Pager, she gon' hit me on my pager
Later, gon' get it now or later
All I want is to get rich
Buy a house and some laser

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard
They follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia
Where's my men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard
They follow me like Pacman

I'm a guardian of the moon
White silver withtattoos
We gon' hotbox in the
Coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
I don't give a fuck, I told you
Silver Surfer soldiers
Went to war, it's over, like my cash
My mind got older
I'm wearing my Timberlands
Eatin' on marmalade living in vain
I put sparks in a starter brain
Hop out with ice
And I look like a target train
Icy blue veins keep it real
'cause the market fake
I'm on a mountain, I pour me a double seal
And I need medicine, pour me a benzopan'
Warlord, but I'm not a cyborg
I'm almost real

Salute to the gang, we can get it
I know we will i know some people that ain't
Rockin' with me no more triple six
Resist and pass out during shows for
Hard feelings start to grow
When there's no more no more

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches 'round the yard
They follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia
Where's my men?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls all around the yard
They follow me like Pacman