Group Kevin - CITRUS

Hide my face inside my bag
Home, no place
And I woke up sad
End of the day
That's all you had
End of the day
That's all you had
Hide my face inside my bag
Home, no place
And I woke up sad
End of the day
That's all you had
End of the day
That's all you had
No face
No name
No shame
You came along
When I was down on my luck
Down on my luck
When I see you
Around the town
I found that you're down on your luck
Down on your luck
Oh oh oh oh
Hide my face inside my bag
Home, no place
And I woke up sad
End of the day
That's all you had
End of the day
That's all you had
Hide my face inside my bag
Home, no place
And I woke up sad
End of the day
That's all you had
End of the day
That's all you had
Ayo
I came in this bitch
And I'm still getting better
Made a name in this bitch
And I made my cheddar
In a lane in this shit
And I swerve no effort
No lame
No bitch
Don't fold
No pressure
I am with my crew man
I'm with the gang fool
You know what it do man
You know what it do man
Teach you a lesson
Call me professor
Spicy hot
That lemon pepper
Caught you lying
Witches in the dresser
That's extra
Like yes sir
You know what it do man
I already told you
Feeling super blue man
Yeah that's my hue man
Who am I?
Who am I?
Don't remind me
Time in time
But this time it's unlikely
To be invested
Weed and stress is deciding
My time isn't meant to be the best
Declining
Turn myself into a mortal man
A portal lands
Opens up on the fourth story and
Handed me a chore list
And recorder man
So I exported myself
Out the window
Forth floor
And painted the floor plan
Now I'm coursing corpsless through the orbit
Enormous and gorgeous
This time no ignoring
White lights in the nights
And closed my eyes at like 6 in the morning
No weight
As I wait to be taken to Satan
It's not what you make it
I gave into cravings
I tried to erase them
And blaze them
And hate them
I made up my mind
And I changed it
And I'm moving out
And I might go south
And I might go west I guess
Fuck
I might stay here
Plan never clear
Close my eyes
And watch me steer
Psychotic slips
With some beer
We some chaos
Crazy at the seance
Yeah yeah
Inspired by the Flower Boy
Paid by the hour boy
Coward pushing power boy
Play them from a tower boy
I cook them like a flour boy
How you gon' talk like a rat?
How you gon' talk to the feds?
How you gon' talk to the shmeds?
Look at my clothes
Do it big
Do it better
Look at my cheddar
Got enough
Change the weather
Look at my clothes
Do it big
Do it better
Look at my cheddar
Got enough
Change the weather
Look at my clothes
Do it big
Do it better
Look at my cheddar
Got enough
Change the weather
Look at my clothes
Do it big
Do it better
Look at my cheddar
Got enough
Change the weather
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ok ok

Written by:
Danny Mitchell, Isaiah Belfield, Jason Horvath, Justin Schwartz, Kyle Traverse, Sean Charpentier

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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