‎deadbe😀t 🥲🔥💸 #c🎨lors🎨 lyrics

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​*67​ (USA)



[Intro: Peter Griffin & Joe Swanson]
We can pretty much do whatever the hell we want, I could do cocaine if I wanted to
And here we are sitting here like a bunch of lazy, paraplegic cops
Huh?
I'm sorry, Joe. It's just an expression

[Verse 1: *67]
I'm with Satan, mix it up, admitted perjury
I'ma do illagel sh*t, until it f*ckin' hurtin' me (#LSDRADIO)
Shawty, you a b*tch, f*ckin' up our anniversary
Nutted with a knife, like I'm tryna' do a surgery (Oh, alright, okay, movin' on, next up—)
I'ma [?] but I just wanna fix my [?]
Drink chemistry, f*cked up, and it burdens me (#LSDRADIO)
Are you tired of me? I just wanna write my poetry
Everybody fake, and thesе hoes don't notice me
Evеrybody fake, and these hoes ain't real (Drugs are for f*cking losers, chuds, I only smoke cigars and drink Scotch)
I keep f*ckin' up my life, couldn't keep her lips sealed
Devil in the dark, and I wanna make a deal
Everybody changed, tryna' keep my eyes peeled

[Verse 2: x1ller]
Dude, that cat urine really f*cked you up, you were seriously tripping balls
You f*cking as*h*le!
Agh, Kenny! Knock it off! What's wrong with you? Ah, Kenny!
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