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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teenage Disaster
Teenage Disaster
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thorne Baker
Thorne Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thorne Baker
Thorne Baker
Producer

Lyrics

(Eye-, eye-, eye-) Eyes low, stay low, give that boy a "Haylo" Oppa, choppa, watch out for the coppas Eye-sight, dead night, run up on 'em fast like Blood stain, cocaine, take off in the fast lane Questions, questions, all they got is questions Cops talking off my ear, they wanna hear shit You don't know me, so why know me? Don't wanna get in a fight with the police You got robbed, didn't comply, he went bye-bye Shot up, dead, fuck you want me to say? (Dead-, dead-, fuck you want me to say?) Chainsaw revvin', body count, seven Pray to your God, but there ain't no Heaven Chainsaw revvin', body count, seven Pray to your God, but there ain't no Heaven Eyes low, stay low, give that boy a "Haylo" Oppa, choppa, watch out for the coppas Eye-sight, dead night, run up on 'em fast like Blood stain, cocaine, take off in the fast lane Questions, questions, all they got is questions Cops talking off my ear, they wanna hear shit You don't know me, so why know me? Don't wanna get in a fight with the police
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