I think, maybe
Hold on, I'll try to give it another go
(Bo- bo- boxcutters)
I think, maybe
Hold on, I'll try to give it another go
(Bo- bo- boxcutters)
[Chorus]
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
[Verse 1]
Wokhardt on my dresser and I'm saving it for later
Look at your bills, my bills elevator
I woke up feeling fruity guess I'm feeling like a hater
Where I come from you can't flip you ain't a skater
And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors
They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table
And if you were to kick up and make another distraction
I could hit the door and be out if I am enabled
I won't be what you want to be
Kill my pets, label me a freak
I've lost bets, but that's on me
Kill my friends, fuck the police
[Chorus]
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
[Verse 2]
I lean on my dresser, huh
Thinkin everyday, huh, how can I be extra, huh
I'ma find a way, uh
You can despite me all you want but I'll be paid, uh
You can drink my piss from a glass lemonade, yeah
Me like this type of instrumental, yeah (Instrumental)
Avatar moves, elemental (Elemental)
Weed mad loud like a kettle (Like a kettle)
Crank that bass no treble, yeah (No treble)
You can hit me on my seven digits (On my digits)
Text me baby, yeah, I meant it (Oh god damn)
Try not to get sentimental (Stupid bitch)
You like me, baby, yeah, I get it (You an idiot)
Lucky like a lottery, please don't try to talk to me (What? What? What?)
I'ma try to walk away if you try to talk to me (Shut the fuck up)
Baby wanna fuck in my truck that's parked in my farm
Take her round the barn show lil shawty that I'm hard (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side
I'll die, so why can't I decide?
My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
I mo thuairimse, b'fhéidir
Coinnigh ar, beidh mé iarracht a thabhairt dó dul eile
(Bo- bo- boxcutters)
[Chorus]
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú
[Verse 1]
Wokhardt ar mo Dresser agus mé ag shábháil go dtí ar ball
Féach ar do bhillí, mo billí ardaitheoir
dhúisigh mé ag mothú fruity buille faoi thuairim mé ag mothú mar a bheadh hater
Má thagann mé ó nach féidir leat smeach nach bhfuil tú skater
Agus é seo ach comhrá comharsa le comharsana
Ní bhíonn gunna a chuir mé faoi an tábla
Agus má bhí tú chun tús suas agus a chur distraction eile
Raibh mé in ann bhuail an doras agus a bheith amach má tá mé ag cumasaithe
Ní bheidh mé a bheith cad ba mhaith leat a bheith
Kill mo pheataí, lipéad dom anchúinse
Tá mé geallta caillte, ach go ar orm
Kill mo chairde, fuck na póilíní
[Chorus]
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú
[Verse 2]
Lean mé ar mo Dresser, huh
Thinkin ó lá go lá, huh, conas is féidir liom a bheith breise, huh
I'ma fháil ar bhealach, uh
Is féidir leat in ainneoin dom go léir is mian leat ach beidh mé a íoc, uh
Is féidir leat deoch ar mo piss ó líomanáid gloine, yeah
Is maith Me chineál seo uirlise, yeah (Instrumental)
bogann Avatar, elemental (eiliminteach)
dÚsachtach Weed os ard mar a bheadh citeal (Cosúil le citeal)
Crank nach Bass ar bith trí oiread, yeah (Uimh trí oiread)
Is féidir leat a bhuail mé ar mo sheacht dhigit (Ar mo dhigit)
Téacs leanbh dom, yeah, i gceist agam é (Oh dia diabhal)
Déan iarracht gan a fháil sentimental (soith dúr)
Is maith leat liomsa, leanbh, yeah, a fháil liom é (Tá tú ar leathcheann)
Lucky cosúil le crannchur, le do thoil nach iarracht a labhairt liom (Cad é? Cad é? Cad é?)
I'ma iarracht chun siúl amach má tá tú iarracht a labhairt liom (Éist leis an fuck suas)
Leanbh Want to a fuck i mo trucail go bhfuil páirceáilte i mo feirme
Tóg í thart ar an seó scioból lil Shawty go bhfuil mé go crua (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú
Mo mo, I mo thuairimse, ní mór dúinn a Spy
swing mé mo dhorn cas tú bhuail do aghaidh I an taobh eile
Beidh mé bás, mar sin ní féidir cén fáth liom a cinneadh a dhéanamh?
Mo inchinn destruct fhéadfadh féin, caillfidh mé mé féin go féinmharú