goth bby

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yuke - Rap, New York Rap

goth bby

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[Intro] Um, I want them to feel less alone with their feelings. Um. Understand that things that happen in real life, happen for a reason. And make you become the person you are today. Um. And sonically, I just wanted it to feel like a massive trip. So, if they felt like they came out of it feeling like they were in some sort of lucid dream, then I did my job [Verse] Real goth baby, don't get it fucked up, aye I was ridin' round, niggas wasn't in the cut Who gon' help yuke when he down on his luck? (karakuli) Nobody lookin' out for me, I look up at the dovеs Hold on baby, I don't think you get it, where you goin'? Niggas can't cap and say, "yukе not flowin'" And I'm tryna hit the shows, tryna be out tourin' And I don't really give a fuck 'bout you and your whoring You can stay up on that Gram wit' that petty-ass shit, aye I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch slit wrist, yuh Never gave a shit, aye, you never gave a fuck And I might just run down on that nigga and show him what's up Nigga know he smokin' bullshit wit' that skinny-ass blunt If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, aye Bitch, don't run, yeah I'm not one of them ones, aye I'm not nobody son, aye Put respect on my name, that's all I want [Chorus] Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt Cryin' in my room while I'm staring at the sun Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb She just stabbed me in the back, I'm lookin' at her stunned Bitch had me lookin' stupid, sayin' she the one, aye Thought you was my bro, nigga, had me sayin' mud, aye Sleepless nights, I might pour me up some mud, aye Sleepless nights, I might— [Outro] I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch slit wrist, yuh Never gave a shit, aye, you never gave a fuck And I might just run down on that nigga and show him what's up Nigga know he smokin' bullshit wit' that skinny-ass blunt If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, aye Bitch, don't run, yeah I'm not one of them ones, aye I'm not nobody son, aye Put respect on my name, that's all I want Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt (Trap Finesse Cult) Cryin' in my room while I'm staring at the sun Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb She just stabbed me in the back, I'm lookin'

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Credits

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  • yuke
  • karakuli