I'm a tall glass, aspiring half-carafe
Riding a giraffe, while I write in drafts
Face like I'm doing mental math
Don't give a damn about the family
They can't stand me
Always wanting something, this family tree
Looking like the spawns of Bon Jovi and Pamela Lee
It's inappropriate to assume
I owe them an iota
Because they procreate with no quota
F*cking rabbits, if I get a cent
They can never have it
The only one of my kin I can stand is Aunt Acid
I need her, cause I just ate an arachnid
Cause I never read Stan Lee
Only got the reenactment
From BabyTron
Maybe I remembered wrong
Save me, mom!
Just a crazy blonde cheesin', like Parmesan
Just got tatted, but forgot which arm it's on
I can see you can't stand me
But don't get your panties in a thong
This ain't a sing-along
And I never seen a wrong
I didn't like, so if everybody left
I'd be alright
I give a bitch a fat lip to save her the cost of silicone
It's natural! Don't blow up my phone
I was told to arrive alone, at half past one
I brought a Bat'leth, you brought a gun
I got bad habits, more than one
Probably got more than a Halloween nun
Sorry if you're Catholic
I just ate crack and catnip
Uploaded 148 tracks to Dat Piff
And sold an eighth of coke to Daniel Radcliffe
He goes batshit
Off the Sorcerer's Stone
He shoots it and looks like he's trying to
Reboot Home Alone
Quit screaming
I don't care if you're fiending
I told you, I'm leaving
I just heard your musical comedy
And I'm still vomiting and dry heaving
Penny for my thoughts?
Shit, this ain't the bargain shop
What you mean you're getting faded?
This ain't the barber shop
Come at me from your real account
With your chihuahua bark
Fittin' to beef, so go off
I'm going Stroganoff
Nail a model and knock her polish off
It's the Talk Shit Rocket, am I clear for takeoff?
This dang feed, is full of the same thing
You wanna gangrene? (Gain green)
Now my arms are rottin' off
So I rob a Dwayne Reed
For zigzags and gauze, while copping
Bottles of Smirnoff, droppin' bombs
Look how they stop and scoff
And hyper-react, when I attack
A hypochondriac, with whooping cough
On the wrong foot, but at least we got off
So misunderstood, I wish a bitch would
I stand for nothing, but you can see where I stood
Cause I hung my shoes from the power lines
On the hill I tried to die on
Consume my rhymes
And I'll live in your mind
Like a prion
And I don't need a bed
Just a beat to lie on
I don't give one f*cks or two
I'm taking my ten bucks, to Timbuktu
I dig up hatchets
And throw lit matches
Into dry forest patches
I don't put out the fires or even try
I give them the Irish goodbye
I'm already in the sky
Halfway to Saigon
Say goodbye to me, and my bygones
Hey, Guy
I just wanna let the beat run now, so
People can jump on the end and, like, loop it
They don't do that anymore
What the f*ck you mean they don't do that anymore
What the f*ck have I been doing?
I feel like people are gonna wanna jump on this
Do they really not do that? For real?
Hello?
Erinem - Bygones Freestyle Lyrics
Erinem - Bygones Freestyle Lyrics
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English
I'm a tall glass, aspiring half-carafe
Riding a giraffe, while I write in drafts
Face like I'm doing mental math
Don't give a damn about the family
They can't stand me
Always wanting something, this family tree
Looking like the spawns of Bon Jovi and Pamela Lee
It's inappropriate to assume
I owe them an iota
Because they procreate with no quota
F*cking rabbits, if I get a cent
They can never have it
The only one of my kin I can stand is Aunt Acid
I need her, cause I just ate an arachnid
Cause I never read Stan Lee
Only got the reenactment
From BabyTron
Maybe I remembered wrong
Save me, mom!
Just a crazy blonde cheesin', like Parmesan
Just got tatted, but forgot which arm it's on
I can see you can't stand me
But don't get your panties in a thong
This ain't a sing-along
And I never seen a wrong
I didn't like, so if everybody left
I'd be alright
I give a bitch a fat lip to save her the cost of silicone
It's natural! Don't blow up my phone
I was told to arrive alone, at half past one
I brought a Bat'leth, you brought a gun
I got bad habits, more than one
Probably got more than a Halloween nun
Sorry if you're Catholic
I just ate crack and catnip
Uploaded 148 tracks to Dat Piff
And sold an eighth of coke to Daniel Radcliffe
He goes batshit
Off the Sorcerer's Stone
He shoots it and looks like he's trying to
Reboot Home Alone
Quit screaming
I don't care if you're fiending
I told you, I'm leaving
I just heard your musical comedy
And I'm still vomiting and dry heaving
Penny for my thoughts?
Shit, this ain't the bargain shop
What you mean you're getting faded?
This ain't the barber shop
Come at me from your real account
With your chihuahua bark
Fittin' to beef, so go off
I'm going Stroganoff
Nail a model and knock her polish off
It's the Talk Shit Rocket, am I clear for takeoff?
This dang feed, is full of the same thing
You wanna gangrene? (Gain green)
Now my arms are rottin' off
So I rob a Dwayne Reed
For zigzags and gauze, while copping
Bottles of Smirnoff, droppin' bombs
Look how they stop and scoff
And hyper-react, when I attack
A hypochondriac, with whooping cough
On the wrong foot, but at least we got off
So misunderstood, I wish a bitch would
I stand for nothing, but you can see where I stood
Cause I hung my shoes from the power lines
On the hill I tried to die on
Consume my rhymes
And I'll live in your mind
Like a prion
And I don't need a bed
Just a beat to lie on
I don't give one f*cks or two
I'm taking my ten bucks, to Timbuktu
I dig up hatchets
And throw lit matches
Into dry forest patches
I don't put out the fires or even try
I give them the Irish goodbye
I'm already in the sky
Halfway to Saigon
Say goodbye to me, and my bygones
Hey, Guy
I just wanna let the beat run now, so
People can jump on the end and, like, loop it
They don't do that anymore
What the f*ck you mean they don't do that anymore
What the f*ck have I been doing?
I feel like people are gonna wanna jump on this
Do they really not do that? For real?
Hello?
Riding a giraffe, while I write in drafts
Face like I'm doing mental math
Don't give a damn about the family
They can't stand me
Always wanting something, this family tree
Looking like the spawns of Bon Jovi and Pamela Lee
It's inappropriate to assume
I owe them an iota
Because they procreate with no quota
F*cking rabbits, if I get a cent
They can never have it
The only one of my kin I can stand is Aunt Acid
I need her, cause I just ate an arachnid
Cause I never read Stan Lee
Only got the reenactment
From BabyTron
Maybe I remembered wrong
Save me, mom!
Just a crazy blonde cheesin', like Parmesan
Just got tatted, but forgot which arm it's on
I can see you can't stand me
But don't get your panties in a thong
This ain't a sing-along
And I never seen a wrong
I didn't like, so if everybody left
I'd be alright
I give a bitch a fat lip to save her the cost of silicone
It's natural! Don't blow up my phone
I was told to arrive alone, at half past one
I brought a Bat'leth, you brought a gun
I got bad habits, more than one
Probably got more than a Halloween nun
Sorry if you're Catholic
I just ate crack and catnip
Uploaded 148 tracks to Dat Piff
And sold an eighth of coke to Daniel Radcliffe
He goes batshit
Off the Sorcerer's Stone
He shoots it and looks like he's trying to
Reboot Home Alone
Quit screaming
I don't care if you're fiending
I told you, I'm leaving
I just heard your musical comedy
And I'm still vomiting and dry heaving
Penny for my thoughts?
Shit, this ain't the bargain shop
What you mean you're getting faded?
This ain't the barber shop
Come at me from your real account
With your chihuahua bark
Fittin' to beef, so go off
I'm going Stroganoff
Nail a model and knock her polish off
It's the Talk Shit Rocket, am I clear for takeoff?
This dang feed, is full of the same thing
You wanna gangrene? (Gain green)
Now my arms are rottin' off
So I rob a Dwayne Reed
For zigzags and gauze, while copping
Bottles of Smirnoff, droppin' bombs
Look how they stop and scoff
And hyper-react, when I attack
A hypochondriac, with whooping cough
On the wrong foot, but at least we got off
So misunderstood, I wish a bitch would
I stand for nothing, but you can see where I stood
Cause I hung my shoes from the power lines
On the hill I tried to die on
Consume my rhymes
And I'll live in your mind
Like a prion
And I don't need a bed
Just a beat to lie on
I don't give one f*cks or two
I'm taking my ten bucks, to Timbuktu
I dig up hatchets
And throw lit matches
Into dry forest patches
I don't put out the fires or even try
I give them the Irish goodbye
I'm already in the sky
Halfway to Saigon
Say goodbye to me, and my bygones
Hey, Guy
I just wanna let the beat run now, so
People can jump on the end and, like, loop it
They don't do that anymore
What the f*ck you mean they don't do that anymore
What the f*ck have I been doing?
I feel like people are gonna wanna jump on this
Do they really not do that? For real?
Hello?
Writer: Erin Wheeler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid