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proph - celebrity crush lyrics

[chorus]
gyally wan’ f_ck, she hittin’ me up
but won’t turn up on my b_day
life gave man lemons, i took those signs
replied, let’s skip to the three_way
try get a man spun, are you dumb?
i leave that sh_t to my dj
babe, we can get lunch in a month
there’s still one_six in my ebay, hmm
real n_gga sh_t, what you tellin’me, darg?
i know star signs try tellin’ me stuff
it might sound like an extremity but
trust, i think i need therapy, darg
cover my face, cool, she might try settin’ me up
this life ain’t gettin’ me far
trust, still your celebrity crush

[verse]
leave town ‘cah thе tour life poppin’, i jump on stage and the stylе on flee
but i just cleaned my vomit, i hope it ain’t bait when the lights on me
drunk as f_ck in the bathroom, trippin’ but man got b_tches, so hmm, it’s cool
still might bill it, and tell bro grip it, if them pagans tryna slide on me
she think i’m glad to see her, it’s just rent money that’s stuck in my trousers (swear)
mum said i got issues, i’m right there with you, i still need hunnids of thousands
told shorty i’m gon’ be bigger than drake, my hoes all save me as “childish:
didn’t know i came home last night, too high and these backroad got me nostalgic
i was thirteen where the trauma spans
they said broski had a war with man
then ten yutes stepped in, we saw them shanks
they chased man down, of course we ran
five years prior, cried when i seen my first my murder (woah)
then i hit sixteen, seen it again, but shrugged, that sh_t don’t concern us (woah)
now i got man that i think i’m the future
more time man are just smokin’ weed
and tings i’m telli’g myself l’on care ’bout
but i get p_ssed every time she leaves
f_ck that b_tch, i’m rapper, it shouldn’t of mattered, i’m down with the down for the gang
i’m ’bout to go so clear, they all know pr
but don’t even know about man
[chorus]
gyally wan’ f_ck, she hittin’ me up
but won’t turn up on my b_day
life gave man lemons, i took those signs
replied, let’s skip to the three_way
try get a man spun, are you dumb?
i leave that sh_t to my dj
babe, we can get lunch in a month
there’s still one_six in my ebay, hmm
real n_gga sh_t, what you tellin’ me, darg?
i know star signs try tellin’ me stuff
it might sound like an extremity but
trust, i think i need therapy, darg
cover my face, cool, she might try settin’ me up
this life ain’t gettin’ me far
trust, still your celebrity crush

[outro]
still your, still your celebrity crush
crush, crush
still, still your celebrity crush
crush, crush
still your, still your celebrity crush
crush, crush, crush, crush
still your celebrity crush
crush, crush
crush, crush
still, still, still your celebrity crush
crush, crush
crush, crush
still your celebrity crush
crush, crush
crush on you

- proph lyrics

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