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sbcltr - season pass كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: simon]
subculture in with a couple of images, spittin’ this imminent lyricist sh_t
i cannot tell if i fell in this well for the h_ll of it, if i get wet i get drip
i try to not give a sh_t
constipated
quick have a look at my wrist
could it distract from the fact that i’ve lacked the right confidence since the november 1_6
yuh, yuh

obsessive repressive, yeah manic depressive
this flow is a medicine, high off the benefits
head got me swellin’ for acetaminophen
yuh, yuh

i know i run outta luck
feel like my life is a rut
i know she don’t give a f_ck
wonder how long imma run
i cannot fake, i’ll admit it
when can a muhf_cka quit
will i quit bein’ a b_tch
when will i pump out these hits
i can’t be dead if i’m rich
i will not die till i’m rich
i will not die till i’m rich
yuh, aye

subculture on this sh_t
suck on my f_ckin’ d_ck
yuh, aye, let’s go

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b_tch i know

[verse 2: boe]
i never gave a f_ck about the fame
all of sh_t drives you insane
you insecure b_tch
you clout chase for grain
but don’t realize the money won’t erase your pain
(won’t erase sh_t)
don’t run don’t hide
just pick a side
got me losing my sh_t
for your senseless pride
like grow the f_ck up
quit actin like a b_tch
soon as i say that
side switch real quick
(you’re)

emotionally unstable
your heart is unbearable
keep that to yourself
or find someone who’s mental
i take it right outta your chest
leave you right on the floor
next one clean up the mess
yeah, yeah
next one can clean up the mess
i never give but my best
in all that i do
don’t even compare to the rest
these n_ggas that sleep in
same ones in the deep end
when the time come to takin’ the test
i’m kaballin and saucin’ on all these young n_ggas
i sit at the top of my tower
awaitin’ the next challenger
like who’s next?

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b_tch i know

[verse 3: zire]
put my d_ck in her throat
she gon’ choke she want more
i eat p_ssy like an asian
but i’m black, c_ck a blasian
bust like a barber i like to fade
n_ggas be trees with all of this shade
bust like yo pockets, your b_tch is hurt
hoe talking sh_t put her mom in the dirt

she lovin’ the d_ck like “oh my god!”
just like we fishing, grab on my rod
i’m unreal like i’m a mod
quickscope a n_gga like it’s cod
i don’t know why you talking
you a b_tch so get to walking
shotgun is what i’m c_cking
stay right there let’s get to popping (aye)
stay right there let’s get to popping (aye)
(aye)

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b_tch i know

- sbcltr

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