We steal your milk, we steal your bread
We sip it good until it's
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
I know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
I know this fat f*cker that crossed my name in the school year book
I got this buddy, let me get real high, feel like I float
I don't trust you one bit, the lie detector always on
I predict everything, sometimes I think I am psychic
So sorry, hoe, I cannot save you, you is just a side-bitch
They f*ck around just way too much, I make it serious
You don't know any shit about me, I'm mysterious
And when I wake up in the room, they all like, there he is
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I hope when I was crying, you wasn't just thinking about my dick
And when I'm dying, I'm still gonna be making my music
My shoes got reverse swooshes, yeah that's cactus jack
I pop out at the spot with my squad, you know that's where it's at
I could never talk in cap, I'm always speaking facts
And I'm only 14 now, couple years, I'm counting racts
I don't really do no snitching, but these bitches rats
Would I finally be heard if I wrote it all in red
Would I finally be heard if I wind up lying dead
Nah, I take that back, I aint ever gonna think about suicide
Sometimes I know everything, like I can read people's minds
Feel like I'm a psychic, I just know when you about to lie
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
Know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
CH3Nz0 - Milk, bread Lyrics
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We steal your milk, we steal your bread
We sip it good until it's
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
I know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
I know this fat f*cker that crossed my name in the school year book
I got this buddy, let me get real high, feel like I float
I don't trust you one bit, the lie detector always on
I predict everything, sometimes I think I am psychic
So sorry, hoe, I cannot save you, you is just a side-bitch
They f*ck around just way too much, I make it serious
You don't know any shit about me, I'm mysterious
And when I wake up in the room, they all like, there he is
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I hope when I was crying, you wasn't just thinking about my dick
And when I'm dying, I'm still gonna be making my music
My shoes got reverse swooshes, yeah that's cactus jack
I pop out at the spot with my squad, you know that's where it's at
I could never talk in cap, I'm always speaking facts
And I'm only 14 now, couple years, I'm counting racts
I don't really do no snitching, but these bitches rats
Would I finally be heard if I wrote it all in red
Would I finally be heard if I wind up lying dead
Nah, I take that back, I aint ever gonna think about suicide
Sometimes I know everything, like I can read people's minds
Feel like I'm a psychic, I just know when you about to lie
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
Know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
We sip it good until it's
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
I know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
I know this fat f*cker that crossed my name in the school year book
I got this buddy, let me get real high, feel like I float
I don't trust you one bit, the lie detector always on
I predict everything, sometimes I think I am psychic
So sorry, hoe, I cannot save you, you is just a side-bitch
They f*ck around just way too much, I make it serious
You don't know any shit about me, I'm mysterious
And when I wake up in the room, they all like, there he is
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I hope when I was crying, you wasn't just thinking about my dick
And when I'm dying, I'm still gonna be making my music
My shoes got reverse swooshes, yeah that's cactus jack
I pop out at the spot with my squad, you know that's where it's at
I could never talk in cap, I'm always speaking facts
And I'm only 14 now, couple years, I'm counting racts
I don't really do no snitching, but these bitches rats
Would I finally be heard if I wrote it all in red
Would I finally be heard if I wind up lying dead
Nah, I take that back, I aint ever gonna think about suicide
Sometimes I know everything, like I can read people's minds
Feel like I'm a psychic, I just know when you about to lie
Yeah, yeah, go talk your shit, twin
They miss the old me, but they love the new one better
You aint my homie, you just listen to my music
They try to hold me while I hold the big red button
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
Let's go cut em off, f*ck them all, they don't exist
I know this emo bitch that wanna slit me by the throat
Know this brunette hoe that wanna suck it till she choke
Writer: Lorenzo Carbuccia
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