J-Doc - Skwidwerd Tenticklez

Can I get Skwidwerd Tenticklez to the front please
I need you for a clarinet solo

If I was you, I wouldn't be talking that shit, no
If I was you, Put the gun to my head and pop a shot
Sqwa, Sqwa
Now we getting somewhere, Talking like my therapist
Go and pop a squat
Now we bleeding everywhere, spill my pain on the tile
Need to make a blot
Now he's getting to scared, I'm walking on eggshells
Ooh I jump a lot
I feel the devil's care, when you sell it off
He never let's you stop
I'm a demon I swear, they say we fell from grace
Now I'm looking for my spot
And I see it right there, Don't cut me in line
Imma take it from the top

Sick of talking, I don't wanna hear this motherfucker sing
I just wanna hear his fucking neck wring
9 plays on a song super cool, bitch
How bout you slit your fucking wrist prick? Suck a dick
20 years, 20 years, Still don't know who I am
I think I wanna leave, I feel this life's a scam
'Cause think about it, after all the time, and all this lying
And crying I think it could been better dying
I said I'd go away for a while
Still can't shut the fuck up
I said I'd try a new style
Still can't shut the fuck up
I said I'd be a better friend
I can't shut the fuck up
So now I'm dying for the end
Please Jack, shut the fuck up
Go ahead, ask me how my day was
I'll tell you it was all rainbows and peach fuzz
Then I'll go home and hate myself while you're adoring
'Cause I wish I didn't fucking wake up this morning

Written by:
Jack Caroselli

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