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letra de quit lookin at me, you're making my shadow nervous - darby o'trill

[intro]
devereaux!

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
vodka cranberry in my cup i’ma let it linger
you ain’t on the road you stay local like a wedding singer
i’m as white trash as an episode of jerry springer
i could dig your ass and not even have to lift a finger
i’m alone and i’m an easy target but you’re still gonna miss your shot regardless
my brain’s pilotin’ a broken down carcass
i’m only happy when it rains, i guess i’m garbage

[chorus: darby o’trill]
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane

[verse 2: darby o’trill]
what you really know about that got it out the gutter sh-t?
the ones who gon’ be shining the same ones that i had suffered with
some are dead and gone but i’ll always keep in touch with them
maybe i’m still on the search, a search for some kind of punishment
glutton for the pain baby i can’t get enough of it
just because you know my songs don’t call me by my government
i got a b-tch who got a b-tch who ain’t afraid to cut a b-tch
you need some blood to sacrifice to summon for the mother witch
f-ck everybody who i’ve ever had a grudge against
shoutout to those who made it so that i’ll never trust again
psychopath from outer sp-ce i hotwire the mothership
why you ’bout the chain if all you ever do is tuck it in?
scumbag been a piece of sh-t since i was a jit
my brain became a puddle but i’m still gon’ take another hit
fighting with myself i wonder who is gonna win
my own worst enemy i feel like james sunderland
[chorus: darby o’trill]
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane
whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup whatup
what the f-ck you want mane

[verse 3: darby o’trill]
gutterboy out the creek like a f-cking seminole
you a new obituary in the sun sentinel
a bag of dog sh-t and your clique are identical
the blood in my veins is like ninety percent chemicals
a bayou baboon, b-tch, i’m one with the moon
stretch out your neck like a f-cking cartoon
dead body darby throw a party in my tomb
really really ’bout the sh-t dummy give a f-ck what you assume

- darby otrill

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