WTFH - 242 Lyrics

That 2020 rerecording
Rerecorded once again
Spitting bleeding from the mouth
When I get home
Turn my shit up loud
Hop in with those ripped up jeans
Tell me do you like the sound
Turn this shit into a club right now
Holding X Altaïr through the crowd
All bare
Yeah she all dressed down
No not that way
No I don't wanna drown
And she's not done yet
Over and over and over and over again
Apple pie
Take you for a ride
Yeah we up late
Go bumpin' in the night
Yeah I need it all the time
Alien slime yeah
Drink it all the time
Yeah she'd be a Ren if she was mine
Force it in my mind
When I think about it
Every time I die
And she's not done yet
Over and over and over
Yeah
Dumb motherf*cker
Kicking screaming on the ground
Started spitting bleeding
From the mouth
Hands in the air
Yeah I feel it now
Start a race
A race to fourth base
Red lace and redder dress
This is that one
With the one less
Yes
Everybody listen up
I call the shots
And I don't give a f*ck
Its Thursday now
And I'm not getting paid
Ruin my mood
And I'll splatter your brains
Got two on me
Both got six in em
Got to me yeah
We both got sick with em
Tattooed on me
Both got a stick with em
242's
Throwing out pitch to em
I do this shit for fun
But I still get the bag
I'm not the only one
Giving what i don't have
This is the only time
That i will be okay
I think you're something else
Why won't you let me stay
...
Dumb motherf*cker walking
Straight into the trap
With a checkered bag around his back
Never woulda knew
Never woulda guessed
That the
Girl of his dreams
Would turn on and off like that
Yeah her curly hair's a heart attack
Never even knew they could look like that
Start a race
A race to fourth base
Hidden bleeding from the mouth
Hands in the air
Yeah I feel it
Now