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Dropping A Popped Locket - Oop lyrics

Artist: Dropping A Popped Locket

album: Moist!


'02 couldn't handle the abandonment.
I found new blood in the streets that I ran them with.
Panhandle with bands.
So quick so jam about plans, I had this spark before the candle lit.
Drinking til dawn, still giving it all. Two in the john,
But no piss in the stall. Hide behind bars, no prison involved.
Cheap drinks til we fall.
Cheap drinks til we fall. Always assume I survived like Gus Fring.
Cuz my crew give me feathers and we must wing.
We're eating out the pot Cuz fuck dishes,
Right? Don't go making bad decisions like...
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.
Originally Unaccepted by the
Unaccepteds. My boy Cheeze put in the word,
I was just depressed, I needed real friendship,
That's when I met my older brother who was the head of the rest
And ever since we've been risking
Arrests together and started that test together.
So glad we're talking again, felt like I died inside,
Got more chapters to write in time this is infernal diatribe.
Anyway. Got two rules for succeeding.
Number one is never reveal the proceeding.
Tricks back up my sleeve and pet peeves off the
Leash and been barking so loud I can't get enough sleep.
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.
Even then, I'm Missing like the leaves when I loved me
Last. Hungry man for my scummy ass, dinner table disabled.
Ableton just crashed again and I lost my session and my last defense.
Masochist with a swollen heart,
Suffering bars from prison: Mass arrest.
Rancid gets as rancid gets. I haven't.
But All my cash is spent. Ugly fucking mirrors in the hallway.
Here's a tip,
Get her off with the foreplay,
Life's a peach ain't it. I'm least patient.
Jesus waited three days but I'm Jason.
Red line, no peak. My head finds no sleep.
Bed shy for a week. Dead on site. please don't speak to the help.
Guessing Imma drink it off. So Pass me what you Sippin on.
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.

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