Papa Sleep - Harpoon

I been tryna get life together
Everybody talking like they better
Talking shit put you on a stretcher
Playing dead like a fucking possum
Travel away with the fucking blossoms
I been just making my plans what the fuck
I been just making my bands what the fuck
I been just making my plans what the fuck
I been just making my bands what the fuck
Pull up in a rental now you better just duck
I ain't even selling when I make a new buck
Selling this molly to a macintosh plus
Ride around with the new hover board getting bored tell them give god a
New double cup saying you'll run up
You're not even old enough I think I had enough please don't tell me you sell drugs
Like please don't tell me that you sell drugs
Cause honestly, I don't give a fuck
Stuck in a typhoon
Get shot with a harpoon
Welcome to the salty spittoon
There ain't enough room for you
Stuck in a typhoon
Get shot with a harpoon
Welcome to the salty spittoon
There ain't enough room for you

Written by:
Stef M, Stefan Markovic

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