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letra de cargo pants - shy high

[verse 1]
do wanna chase this bag (woah)
still got a basic bag (oh, no)
how can i chase this bag if i’m running around with a basic bag?
apparently, just don’t ask (what?)
being shot down is ass (uh-uh)
and i don’t wanna sound like an ass but apparently i am a— guy
i, (ass), way flyer than the last guy (ass)
you wanna fly to alaska (ass)
and spend a weekend huddled in sheeps skin
what does that do for your backside? (ass)
i’m a d-league specialist, baby
i’m a flynn, like malachi
[verse 2]
disses, boyfriend, girlfriend, love me
no, it’s not a f-cking pen, it’s a pendom
riches, rags, f-ck ’em, hug me
she put emoji’s on my name, ’cause she depends on me
mister, keep the headphone on me
headphone loyal, headphone loyal
shepherd on the hill
might never take a pill
my cargo pants are heavy from the evidence i spilled

[chorus]
pants had a letter on the inside
when i can, i provide her with the inside scoop
stand on the middle of the bridge like this is what i’m raised like
how the f-ck they go through the cement?
i can’t see a simard with my left eye
can’t say it isn’t from dare
i stared at helios with a glare
i wasn’t even scared but stupid has a steep prize

[verse 3]
trying not to vain off the cause, off the shame
[?] , it wasn’t pain
it was plain immaturity
caused a whole security issue
i should’ve never made a chart to try and cautery with you
so i blame it on the moon, it was a b00by trap
people getting — again, let alone you’re moving back
said i was a indie boy who sorta’, kinda’, used to rap
i sorta’, kinda’, trust the truth and look at where it got me, huh
[chorus]
pants had a letter on the inside
when i can, i provide her with the inside scoop
stand on the middle of the bridge like this is what i’m raised like
how the f-ck they go through the cement?
i can’t see a simard with my left eye
can’t say it isn’t from dare
i stared at helios with a glare
i wasn’t even scared but stupid has a steep prize

[bridge]
i don’t wanna feel you
i don’t wanna
i don’t— i don’t— i don’t wanna feel you
i don’t wanna
i don’t— i don’t— i don’t wanna feel you
i don’t wann— i don’t wanna, i don’t wanna feel you
i don’t wann— i don’t wanna, i don’t wanna feel you
oh-oh-oh-oh
ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

[outro]
uh, suede rippin’ on that grip tape
bet i feel like twenty pounds stronger than my list weight
funded off of nothing but my hands don’t make a mistake
bet i’d make another hundred bands off of a mixtape

- shy high

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