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rav – ass backwards كلمات اغاني

[chorus: rav]
falling all the time (for the same)
awkward thoughts of mine (every day)
i apologize before i ever even f_ck up
this my lullaby (r_a_v!)
i’m ass_backwards
everything i do is haphazard, ayy
ass_backwards
the type to cry now and laugh after, ayy

[verse 1: rav]
these days, i don’t look forward when i move
could turn a gift into a curse, a pretty bow into a noose
i’m on the come_up but a downer, feeling lonesome and obtuse
the irony is that i hate you, yet i hope that you improve
no longer am i pr_ne to letting loose
so don’t invite me to your parties or i’m spoilin’ the mood
i’m known to be the dude posted in the corner of the room
starin’ at his f_ckin’ phone, never knowin’ what to do
okay, you get it: i’m a bummer
type to sweat through coldest winters and then shiver during summers
say i do sh_t for the love, but feel embittered by my numbers
my complainin’ honesty could throw a cricket into slumber or a coma or a grave
wake up in the mornin’, feeling mortified each day
hope has become foreign, gotta fortify my brain (brain)
sizin’ what’s in store through the stories i’ve obtained
my mind keeps pouring when it rains
[chorus: rav & open mike eagle]
falling all the time (for the same)
awkward thoughts of mine (every day)
i apologize before i ever even f_ck up
this my lullaby
i’m ass_backwards
everything i do is haphazard, ayy (one_two)
ass_backwards (check, one_two, one_two)
the type to cry now and laugh after, ayy

[verse 2: open mike eagle]
these are my last four tokens
i wanted more but they foreboding
the game’s closed, but the door opened
the back_porch poet delivered it short_notice
morse_code it
the lord knows it’s f_ck them and the horse they rode in on
of course they owned enron
i blow up with the force of an n_bomb
it’s my freudian symptom
i whistle like the scorpions’ hit song
i’m hitting x with the b_tton stick and
this way coming is something wicked
and ’tis the season for pumpkin gimmicks
i need a basket for wastepaper
a secret package with tastemakers
cabinet bracket sp_ce_saver
i operate on an eighth_acre
and i’m raising a frickin’ eighth_grader
i’m on android like james spader
they praised luck in the race
labor for rectangular_shaped paper
[chorus: rav]
fallin’ all the time (for the same)
awkward thoughts of mine (every day)
i apologize before i ever even f_ck up (r_a_v)
it’s my lullaby
i’m ass_backwards
everything i do is haphazard, ayy
ass_backwards
the type to cry now and laugh after, ayy

- rav

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