Wub Wub - Typical

Let me kiss you at the red lights
On a typical night
Tropical in the day
And we feeling alright

Just a typical life with you
Baby, that's all i wanna do

Pouring all over my foreign
I'm driving till morning
And who could afford it?
I'm Kicking your door in
And breaking the door hinge
And smoking on orange
Im blowing the turbine
I know you adore him

High & I'm soaring
Lions are roaring
I come with a pack
Bagged up with swords in it
Drugs are bad so give me more of it

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Army full of corpses
Deep in the forest

Afford to build a fortune
With furniture & no mortgage

All my scars are swollen
And I'm over it
Swore as fuck
And I'm over it
Y'all lame as fuck
And I'm over it
Pack it up
Cause I'm over it
There's the door, bitch

Typical all on my wrist

Written by:
Kenneth Fletcher

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