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letra de suit my handle - arttheboy

verse 1:
ya you know it’s on
when they’re pulling bottles out the cupboard you ain’t seen before
when the quiet girl from p.e is laughing at your jokes
when you don’t have to ask for a hit you look down and it’s in your hands
i look down at it like an ant burnt alive and i hold the gl-ss
beat this b-tch at tug-a-war guessing now it’s my turn to p-ss
guess this is the way i act
dudes yelling “turn it up”
turn it up
bose blast the boy like they’re k!ll him
now i’m gone
but i don’t know where i’m going
eyes to the ceiling
fan focus on breathing
man i’m f-ckin’ weezing
my brain needed deweeding
she told me to act cool
never considered the meaning
meaning i’m only acting
meaning i don’t belong with these kids that only act up
so chameleon
keep up with my façade
i’m real, but really not
i’m just a-r-t but i’m not so sure of that
watch

hook:
i can wear a mask for a night like good
i can give in for a night real good though
i can be these kids for a night like good
always wanted to be someone else
finally i can act it out
finally be one of them
is this all i wanted all along?
is this all i wanted all along?

verse 2:
put that shit on instagram
tagging all her friends
acting like she do this every night
kids love to play pretend
and i’m a wolf in their cloths
young and evil
i’m the only one to notice what they don’t
she don’t know what she wants
acting different when she’s with the flock
but has potential for something better
why she stoop to their level
why does she go with the flow of clones
that think shit is breakfast
watching not saying much
too gone to give a f-ck
your boy’s batshit
peddling through his bad trip
sitting there like a stand in
disappointed like parents
out of my mind
pay me none
i don’t care what you want
i’m the boy and i’m lost
phone rings, don’t pick up

bridge:
top it off
telling me what they’re talkin’ bout
eyes roll back i can barely hear nothing now
like i don’t even know no more
like i don’t even know no more
i’m sitting on the couch so gone
i’m so gone, aw
i’m so gone, la-da-da
i’m so gone
like you don’t even know
your man’s a waste of gas, girl i bet you couldn’t even come
but we got time and this room i swear i wouldn’t tell no-one
like i don’t even know no more
i don’t even know no more
like i don’t even know what for
we’re so young, aw
we’re so young, la-da-da
we’re so young

hook

- arttheboy

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