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Saliva Grey - MYLAR lyrics

Artist: Saliva Grey

album: WORM FOOD


I can't focus on these bitches, I can't fuck with all these hoes
All on my sack, they just some rats
And they frantically wanna blow
Got the ash all on my fit, I just be wearing all the smoke
Innards are black, I turned to plaque
The Saliva's a darker tone
I been stomping on you fuckers, the numbers ain't doin nothin
But foggin' up all ya vision you barely got a pot to piss in
Can't stand with the way y'all listen to everything and pretending
Like you got all the fucking answers
No plan and you barely living bitch
Runnin' that train wit 44
Sick wit that fucking scope though
Been on my shit, boy the Grey never miss
You know who got that flow, so
Fuckin impeccable hoe
Sally went fuckin dolo
Think I done seen a mole I know the number, the Avogadro
Digits on my mental since Grey was a fuckin jit tho,
Had that gap all in my dental, the target'll make the missile
Comin up, it ain't accidental, y'all piddle, y'all fucking paddle
You baby so here ya rattle
You sheep or you fucking cattle boy?
I ain't no Picasso, just spitting shit with my eyes low
Send me to fucking nether I sever the fucking light tho
Why y'all wanna cry tho, complain and then fucking lie hoe
Way they be fucking acting it's making me homicidal
All these muhfuckers really be talking a lot
They preaching about
How the fuck we living but they under a rock
I suffer in silence
Y'all just be whining
Go and post up on yo story think that we give a fuck? I don't
Wanna spend another goddamn day up on this goddamn plane
I'm finna cock then bang on 'em
Grey so goddamn jaded, whole world turned vein
So imma turn it Grey on 'em
Big L on your forehead, Luigi
Consolidate, consolidate I'm sick of pushing a squeegee
Pull the hammer back, I let off that shit like King Dedede
Imma let yo balloon pop 'cus that shit faker than Richard Heene's
It's too easy
Got depleting serotonin
Deceit is slowly eroding me
The steel reloaded
If I was at the wheel it'd total me
I hope relief is comin but a muhfucka can dream, huh
If life was really a movie, I'da skipped past most of them scenes, huh
Tongue so deeply silver it's a muhfuckin' fork
I'm still that same old jit, just minus them Newports on the porch
I don't talk to no fuckin fed, I'm still averted to pork
Ain't no motherfucker ready for when Brd come uncorked
You in the splatter zone, give 'em a poncho
I'm in deep, I tickle her tonsil
They always attackin' a windmill
So I'm sharp with the wit, like Sancho
Y'all cats, y'all puss, los gatos
Her back arch logo McDonald's
Y'all words ain't worth no shit
Think you should get some legal counsel
You entitled, try for more
I'm the tiles in the morgue
Sticky tape, EKG blank
So all my vitals looking bored
Body crushed under the pressure
Like the mush inside a s'more
If you ain't intimidated by us
You been misinformed
Word salad with the thousand island added on the side
Lotta dollar signs
Devil tell you "find the dotted line"
Used to drink that cheap Moscato, now we sippin' proper wine
Gritting teeth and grinning through chagrin to hit that shot in time
Don't wanna spend another goddamn second
In this goddamn depression
All them thoughts incessantly
Spin, I'm goddamn fed up
I keep turnin' my head
Nobody watch my neck but me

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