These Colors Of Fuckery - SYBYR

I ain’t never sold coke

I ain’t never sold coke

I ain’t never sold coke

I never sold coke

I never sold coke

I don’t sell coke

I don’t sell coke

Kill 'em

My head hurts

I don’t feel right now

I don’t want to live life here

Flock me

Try me if you dare

If you dare

I’d wander

All away from

Things of error

Raging so much

I’ve been feel my head bursting in

My brain loves to crack apart

So many ways

Crack apart in so many way (Ay, ay)

Then I come back with a bullshit ass rap

(Yo, yo what the fuck are you doin'?)

Talking bout shit (Put the song back on)

I ain’t never done (Bruh, put the song back on)

Never spat, I wasn’t raised in no goddamn hood, ay (I ain’t fuckin' playin'

with you bro, put the song back on)

But the suburbs ain’t no fucking better (This ain’t shit bruh)

Cause this is boring as fuck (I'ma kick yo ass)

It’s boring as fuck

I wanna die so quick (I wanna punch you)

And I don’t understand why’d you even give a shit (Too gory)

I’ma rip my face off with a fuckin' spatula (Ha)

Pour hot oil on my dick, call that bitch a spatula (Ay, yeah)