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LoveSeat - BuckleUp Lyrics



LoveSeat - BuckleUp Lyrics




Got a symphony all inside my trunk
That's no simile
That's thirty white men in some cuffs
Linked up with a bad bitch
You gotta read into the language
Shit ain't for the laymen's
This legacy is elation
We feeling flagrant
They stuck on my collar just for a little fragrance
Baby when I make it
Every meal alfredo with the Cajun shrimp
Now that's fuego we don't babysit
Take no baby sips
Take that whole fifth to the head
Tell me how it hits
Feeling monstrous
Trying to conquer my Godzilla conscious
Kamikaze
Chasing commas left a nigga exhausted

Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck

She don't want to see me in my woes
Couldn't really blame her I suppose
If you bought a ticket to the show
Guess I gotta give what you know

All gassed up
But no mask though
Sentimental staring out these tinted windows
Plotting where my castle go
Hording minerals
No dwarven generals could get ahold
I see the fear in you
Didn't trust me since the interlude
That I could take us to some places we weren't meant to view
With these mosaics
I'm afraid I'm in a league
So damn elite
It's only me and misery
I'd f*cking bleed for company

Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
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Got a symphony all inside my trunk
That's no simile
That's thirty white men in some cuffs
Linked up with a bad bitch
You gotta read into the language
Shit ain't for the laymen's
This legacy is elation
We feeling flagrant
They stuck on my collar just for a little fragrance
Baby when I make it
Every meal alfredo with the Cajun shrimp
Now that's fuego we don't babysit
Take no baby sips
Take that whole fifth to the head
Tell me how it hits
Feeling monstrous
Trying to conquer my Godzilla conscious
Kamikaze
Chasing commas left a nigga exhausted

Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck

She don't want to see me in my woes
Couldn't really blame her I suppose
If you bought a ticket to the show
Guess I gotta give what you know

All gassed up
But no mask though
Sentimental staring out these tinted windows
Plotting where my castle go
Hording minerals
No dwarven generals could get ahold
I see the fear in you
Didn't trust me since the interlude
That I could take us to some places we weren't meant to view
With these mosaics
I'm afraid I'm in a league
So damn elite
It's only me and misery
I'd f*cking bleed for company

Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
Buckle up
You in the presence of a f*ck up
F*cked up
If I make it it's just dumb luck
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Writer: Henry Rudolph
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Performed By: LoveSeat
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Henry Rudolph

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