I MADE A SONG WITH MY GIRLFRIEND

Lyrics

[Intro: PE$O PETE] Yeah (Yeah-Yeah) [Chorus: PE$O PETE, bulkyhoney, Both, oddwin, & bzargoodboy] Oh yes, sir, I'm lit like a god damn house on fire-re-re Baby girl askin' me why PE$O keep gettin' higher-er-er (Okay) Life kept beatin' my ass, wear this shit down to the wire-re-re (Ayo, oddwin!) Baby, just take my hand while PE$O walk through the fire-re-re (Oh-yeah) Battlin' wit' my demons, man, I swear I'm tired-red-red (Uh-huh) It will turn up in the moshpit, might leave no survivor-or-or (No survivor) Punchin' it off the dome, man, PE$O is not no writer-er-er (No writer) I can't trust these rappers, they be undercover-er-er (Ooh! Yeah!) Dancin' in the rain with no regard for thunder-er-er (Uh-huh) [Post-Chorus 1: PE$O PETE & bulkyhoney] Baby girl, open your eyes, I swear this shit get brighter-er-er (They're open) Most these rappers ain't want no smoke, ain't bring no lighter-er-er (Hahahahaha) [Verse: PE$O PETE, bulkyhoney, & Both] Had a [?] in the [?] No ques-es-tions Yes, I'm dead-ead (Okay) Or went fle-lex-in' Gotta pop a [?] [?] Yeah-eah (Yeah) [?] [Chorus: PE$O PETE, bulkyhoney, & Both] Oh yes, sir, I'm lit like a god damn house on fire-re-re Baby girl askin' me why PE$O keep gettin' higher-er-er Life kept beatin' my ass, wear this shit down to the wire-re-re Baby, just take my hand while PE$O walk through the fire-re-re Battlin' wit' my demons, man, I swear I'm tired-red-red It will turn up in the moshpit, might leave no survivor-or-or Punchin' it off the dome, man, PE$O is not no writer-er-er (Not no writer-er-er, yeah) I can't trust these rappers, they be undercover-er-er Dancin' in the rain with no regard for thunder-er-er (Dancin' in the rain with no regard for thunder-er-er) [Post-Chorus 2: PE$O PETE] I done broke bread wit' a snake, I thought he was my brother-er-er Solo dolo surfin' my wave, I bet y'all others under-er-er I done pulled his card and seen that he a bluffer-er-er [Outro: PE$O PETE & bulkyhoney] Yeah-Yeah Oh, that's unfortunate Like Ham Sandwich, pockets exorbitant-ant-ant Yeah, pockets got teeth Runnin' on me? Teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth Hahaha Why it sound like— Hahaha (Hahaha) Yeah-Yeah, oh-yeah-yeah I love you, hahahahahahahahaheh (I love you, hahahahahahahahaheh) I don't know how to sing good, hahahahaha (I don't know how to sing good, hahahahaha)