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letra de knucklehead - hooligan chase

[intro]
i don’t love you anymore
yes, he’s dead now, [?]
(tell her run it back)
run it back, ay, ay

[chorus]
don’t mind me leanin’ to the max
i’m jus’ drivin’ on a flat
turn me up, i’m sydney sweeney
boy i don’t know how to act
i know y’all is body posi’
but admit my pocket fat
f-cked the world and thought about it
am i everybody’s dad? (oh sh-t)
i really hate to see some bacon with a badge (ay, ay, ay)
iq must be bout’ a hunnid’
knucklehead, you get a pass
mailed the governor some threats and my account is gettin’ flagged
gotta keep ’em on they toes, unless they big one want a tag

[verse 1]
you make hits, we make еffigies
the refugees, i movе like ancient greeks
i might sail the seven seas, some pony ketamine
ego death will set em free
she’s only blessin’ me, you don’t even get to sneeze
when i say let ’em sleep, what i mean is rest in peace
a decade spreadin’ seeds, heard my kid is lebanese
i think it’s meant to be, see my freak is on a leash
i shower fully dressed, wear my sneakers on the beach
[verse 2]
she’s jackin’ on the beanstalk
blowin’ up a beach ball
slap a f-ckin’ cheek off
layin’ on my sleep log
talkin to a tree frog
not a fan of haircuts, i wanna be a sheep dog (sheep dog)
why you tippin’ the police off?
condoms get my meat soft
take the mr. beast off
balance on my seesaw
got it seven feet tall
terry left the h-rnets and was makin’ sure the heat lost

[verse 3]
watch’u wanna do is not watch’u gonna do
him? you too hot, i’m just shocked i can’t fumble you
handyman, sneakin’ with the pipe, let the plumber through
runnin’ with the bulls, if you slip, they gon’ pummel you
evolvin’ right now
that’s my moon and it’s a full one every night now
i get my cake and eat it too, i’ll take a bite now
i betchu mad at every lyric that i write now
fl!ck a match, burnin’ right outside the white house
just be rollin’ with the punches til’ my lights out
a simple man who loves a solitary lifestyle
put this voodoo in ya head and put the mic down
[chorus]
don’t mind me leanin’ to the max
i’m jus’ drivin’ on a flat
turn me up, i’m sydney sweeney
boy i don’t know how to act
i know y’all is body posi
but admit my pocket fat
f-cked the world and thought about it
am i everybody’s dad? (oh sh-t)
i really hate to see some bacon with a badge (ay, ay, ay)
iq must be bout’ a hunnid’
knucklehead, you get a pass
mailed the governor some threats and my account is gettin’ flagged
gotta keep ’em on they toes, unless they big one want a tag

[outro]
a little boy
went out to play
when he opened his door
he saw the world

- hooligan chase

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