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yung cash register aka lil broomstick - [prologue] washed up كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
i guess i’m feeling washed up, i’m washed up
yuh
i’m washed up, i’m washed up
yuh aye, i’m washed up
yuh aye, i’m washed up (x2)

[verse 1]
born with an unseen purpose
make you contemplate if you’re worth sh-t
try to hide pain but isn’t working
when the only way is to tell a person
but it’s worthless (worthless)
they don’t understand that you’re really hurting
and you’re cursing every word in cause your mind just keeps on turning
f-ck the world and donald trump and
basically the ku klux klan, our president is the canadite for the worst b-tch on this planet but
my ex girl would be first but what’s saving her is her thirst for me it’s cocaine in her skirt, but she still deserves the worst i
gotta keep my pace up, no sauce but i still keep my bank up
no ones gonna stop me til i’m bankrupt
need a girl in the world that’s not banged up
i need one that understands where i came from
there’s a reason why i’m acting like an a-hole
because people f-ck me over like it’s -n-l
they enjoy it buut never feel the pain, though
yuh
f-ck it im gonna be ignorant, yuh
since you don’t read my own sentences yuh
i crush a xanax and sniff that sh-t yuh
i got the ice on me, that’s christmas yuh
but i melt all of the ice
never gave a f-ck if i was naughty or nice
i’m just tryna reach out like i turned off the lights
but turn it back on cause my dreams outta sight

popping xans turns to contraband don’t you understand?
wearing vans with some jogger pants doesn’t make you man
maka a stance, if you got a chance, don’t you reminisce
intelligence was the 6th sense that you people missed

[verse 2]
i smoke some blacks with my glock, i got my targets on lock, just like a racists -ss cop
i can not wear my own socks, cuase they think i’m hiding rocks, i’m just composed to these c-cks, even tho i am no bach, might as well go and get shot, yeah, i just might go and shot

my bestfriend was the love of my life, and
it pains me that she’ll never be my wife
what’s wrong with me, got me tearing at night
because she didn’t like the way that i write
she’s the reason why i love the taste of wine
i drink to numb the pain, but i still cry
i would literally give her all of my time but
she’d rather take her own life than to be a part of mine

let’s try this again
i’m just the man the plan
got bread on my head
sand man on my bed
slept on once again
cause somebody can’t like all the good men
i’m hypocritical let’s all get biblical if god accepts me then it’s a big miricale, if you are spiritual if you’re not spiritual whats the big issue here we’re the same figure here, don’t get so triggered, yeah
let’s all -ssume the worst
if god didn’t exist and we deceased with gases of the universe, would you still be hurt or would it even hurt, wouldn’t we despurt into waste and dirt then refill the earth til it all gets merked? and wouldn’t we get shipped up, lil uzi vert?

[chorus]
i guess i’m feeling washed up, i’m washed up
yuh
i’m washed up, i’m washed up
yuh aye, i’m washed up
yuh aye, i’m washed up (x2)

- yung cash register aka lil broomstick

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