Exit Se7en - Hey, Sunshine (feat. Boba Fret)

I'm tired of taking the blame for your stupid fuckin' actions
If I get the all consequence then I want the satisfaction
Keep doing the same, Imma take a new tact and
See how you react when I get to stabbin'
Yeah, you think I'm just gabbin' just runnin' my trap and
There's no way the nice guy would ever let a fly die
My, my, why not try?
Lie or no lie, if you can't decide right, then let the fuckin' dice fly

Is that a two and a five?
Lucky you

Seven goes to heaven
Bitch, you think I was messin'
Around when the sounds hit the words in that first verse
Look down, see the dirt around the hole in the ground
See those earth worms smellin' you with worse thirst
Than you did when you first cursed the day I grabbed the wheel of our hearse
And diverted us off course and of course you told everyone
Through lips pursed that the idea was yours first

Wanna call me an asshole?
Fine, I'll take the title
Lead a horse to water, I'll take the bridle
I'll be real fuckin' mean so get ready for battle
Come talk at me and that bean'll get rattled
Cause I'm so ridiculously tired of getting saddled
With the responsibility of herding cattle
Shit, I just wanna soak up the sun
Take a nap, man, I'm fuckin' done
Let me fiddle with a little bit of irresponsibility
Sit my ass in the grass, hear the birds sing "cheep cheep"
But all you motherfuckin' idiots are dumber than the sheep
Won't you shut the hell up so I can go to sleep
I always apologize, I always give you time to work through your shit
But it never seems to quit
I'm tired of playing nice, the next motherfucker dies
Imma knock you on your ass so I can finally take a nap

I got 37 years of pent of aggression, and that jaw's made of glass
I'm telling you when I get through with you, you'll need a full-body cast
You better fuckin' run kid, you better run fast
If you get any closer then you ain't gettin' past

Written by:
Adrian Bartholomew

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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