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Yumi Main
Yumi Main
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Yumi Main
Yumi Main
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Lyrics

Don't get close to me, unapproachable Run through bitches disposable Shut up bitch gettin' emotional Don't have time for crying Get the fuck up and walk out the through the open door Met that bitch out in Buffalo throwin' up outside the liquor store Couple racks got me spazzin' In the backseat and we crashin' Teeth yellow like my daddy's green monsters in the cabinet Please hold your tongue and stab and freeze Pull out the gun arrested over fashion In the alley with the acrobatics blasted purse Last person to hear us laugh ended it in a hearse First cursor gush out missing whizzin' but that shit still hurt Bullets grazin' squeezin lazy men in Sunday sit in church Monday blazin' Tuesday chasin' papers burnin' up in first period Lemonheads on my tongue its lemon scent, fresh in the air 'Cause gunpowder has always seemed to leave a smidge Been that man get that man then we dip the Taliban A tired man has always left a mark on others with his hands Therapy, the missing link Is what you fucking need Therapy, the missing link Is what you fucking need Therapy the missing link Is what you fuckin' need The tires squeak on new garage floors And a brand new sink Hangin' from my earlobe Gunshots through the window Inhaling glass, sit in the front seat Rotate and we puff and pass That smart ass kid who always passed by Skipping every class Always taught to never be in first But never finish last Blend in the crowd and stand out When you need to Then you'll get a bag But don't be afraid to jump off roofs And landin' in a brand new Jag'
Writer(s): Clement Daubresse, Yumi Main Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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