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letra de cubby - hørehünd

[verse]
born on 3rd base thinks he hit a triple
daddy bailed him out when he was flirtin’ with acquittal
big d-ck small brain, name is just a scribble
signin’ sh-t for all the little people conjured in his mental
too high too drunk, fightin’ through the yacht club
10 mile island burnin’ down his ninth pub
cubby’s momma kept him suckin on her paystub
20-somethin’ years of takin beatings got him hateful
full bars full stack, ya boy’s a handful
keep him outta trouble fore he muddles up the band’s mood
little wolfy’s got a way of goin primal
beggin’ for sedation for the rest of his recital

[chorus]
stuck inside his head just like the rest of us, shootin’ up
on his way to h-ll he’s through the ticket punch, takе his pulse
drainin’ all his venom just to slurp it up, losin’ touch
scared hе’s goin numb it’s got him losin’ guts, bruisin’ up
[verse]
rocks up, c-cked up, d-ckin’ down his mall subs
fl!ckin’ on his lighter just to generate a warm touch
b-tchin’ bout a lack of lubrication when he warms up
f-ck around and figure out he’s burnin’ out his own clutch
takin’ his pick, l!ckin’ his joystick, they’re cappin lipstick
keepin’ his grabbin’ greedy and he’s gonna catch a lit wick
nothin’ but spice, thinkin’ he’s nice, chemical x and we’ll just have the check please
power through his puffin, pluggin’ through his gangrene gang
sn-tch a habit ‘fore he breaks it got him actin’ ugly
baby lost his paci, throw a tantrum now he’s cuddly
droolin’ bubbles let ’em pop, don’t wake him up or else
you’ll hear him babble on about what stubble keeps his stubby tucked

[chorus]
stuck inside his head just like the rest of us, shootin’ up
on his way to h-ll he’s through the ticket punch, take his pulse
drainin’ all his venom just to slurp it up, losin’ touch
scared he’s goin numb it’s got him losin’ guts, bruisin’ up

- horehund

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