Scissorhands

Lyrics

Yea uh The coms fried dot com But it's signal on the radio I'm on time I'm finna catch an extra life off the frogs My fingers wave when I walk Whole life you been a pussy I feel like a lost dog Long gone I'm looking down the barrel like a veteran I get ahead of it I'm throwing up a pic It's destiny I always been this sick My bitch got a fat ass she wasn't always that thick How they raised me No I ain't got the time or the limo But they paid me You sound like a mother fucking baby And I think it's time to get on I ain't tryna copy baby Call me when you get off I be always listening Even when envisioning Talking about Walmart I'm not going back to prison Give a fuck about the distance It's a long road to hell I wither every day And you still couldn't tell Like damn Like damn let me back up Clips in the ash tray but this shit don't add up I'm about to go mad I ain't talking to the FAFSA Rip it all to shreds You can call me your master My god damn back hurt I fronthand backwards I can see the end you can cue up the laughter Every little thing matters