letra de aint it mane - stain lick records
i’m a four-time felon. i have crippling anxiety. i’m extremely depressed
i’m pretty sure i’m a psychopath and at this point the shadow people won’t even talk to me
basically, my life is in f-cking shambles
but you know what they say
ain’t it mane ain’t it mane
i’m out of liquor so i’m sippin’ saint germain
gas, gas, gas light
i don’t make mistakes. i was whippin’ in the kitchen, servin’ i ain’t
table wait yeah, yeah
talking ye’, i sold white, wide awake the whole night
strong rocks, dolemite i hate every soul in sight
i don’t, i don’t, i don’t like conversations. go away
i got people trying to k!ll me. it be hard to show my face
but i still do. i’m a piece of sh-t, mildew
i keep a glock, it’s in my pocket and i will k!ll you
i’m a rash, black mold, i’m a bad batch of coke
b-tch, i’m back, assh0l-. still a f-cking assh0l-
also, a d-ck don’t ask me questions. i ain’t knowin’ sh-t
i’m buyin’ coke to sniff it. if i don’t, then i’ma throw a fit
before i leave my house without my glock, i’ll shoot myself with it
i ain’t got no friends. i’m throwin’ d-ck. i’m posted with a b-tch
i’m probably f-ckin’ too. i don’t like no one. i don’t f-ck with you
if it ain’t some it’s a f-ckin’ other. that ain’t nothin’ new
if i robbed you in the past, it’s cause i couldn’t trust you
but if you take enough l’s, you could spell a w
i’m low, dirt. i’m down to earth. i need a fix. i’m down to work
before i ever shout a slur, i’d be a f-ckin’ county clerk
before i’d be a county clerk, i’d be in county countin’ perks
four-time felon, never said a thang, not a word
ill twerk before i chirp, before i sing, i’ll sing in church
i plead the fifth. i do not speak. i’m talkin’ sh-t. i plead the first
heart cold, freezer burn, extremely hurt
flapjack, frost, takin’ candy from a f-ckin’ baby
peek-a-burr
peek-a-burrr
peek-a, peek-a, peek-a-burr
peek-a-burr
ain’t it mane
ain’t it mane
i’m out of liquor so i’m sippin’ st. germain
gas, gas, gas. lighting i don’t make mistakes
i was whippin’ in the kitchen serving
i ain’t table wait i’m talking ye’, i sold white
wide awake the whole night
strong rocks, dolemite. i hate every soul in sight
i don’t, i don’t, i don’t like conversations
go away
i got people tryin’ to k!ll me. it’d be hard to show my face
but i still do
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