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letra de why? - yung ulcer

[verse 1: yung ulcer]

i got this rope around my neck, i’m bout to jump from a tree
they praying on my downfall, i give ’em front row seats, it’s fine by me
i’m smoking on a fatty mcghee, and shouting f-ck every ex, especially that b-tch marie
d-mn that p-ssy smelled marine, you’ll see what i mean when you pop up on that page and see the grossest b-tch you ever seen
p-ssy looking like it came out of a horror scene
never f-ck a b-tch that’s horoscope, or is a fiend

i knew i was the realest since i made evergreen
fatties wanna play the hunger games, i’m katniss everdeen (c-nt!)
how the f-ck you washed up, but you never clean
i heard you was tryna be the one, but you’re never me
thought she was the one, now she just a memory
i been asking “why?” since that day in elementary
y is for young authors just like me
and y is for yung ulcer, who the f-ck i be
straight slime green, what the f-ck i bleed
and straight slime green ’til they set slime free

this b-tch mine, she a real dime freak
we between them sheets, never down by the creek
sh-t could get scary when you f-ck around with a creep
off them blue m30’s, tonight we going deep
to this day, i still tell my friends i never seen her
the travel center’s nice, but i should be at the arena
i fixed that old ford, the pedal to the floor now
i’m tryna f-ck this industry, my foot is in the door now
all i gotta do is sneak behind and d-ck that wh0re down
fifth of greygoose in my system and i’m chugging more down
whatever happens to us from this day
just know i really did this sh-t and i did this sh-t my own way
i been f-cking her since first grade, second grade
i don’t care about a b-tch, f-ck what a bird say
[verse 2: big destro]

come see me chip away minutes off of my life, sulking over twitter responses formed my mind, man
the only humans worth caring for have a soul, normal way of life is practically getting old
it keeps on comin’ and comin’, b-tch it will never go
connect the dots from a box, you’d think it’s domino’s

i’m pullin’ fingers, the gas is what i won’t ever fear
a ticket not for the speeding but, for the way i steer
it’s all just comical drifting myself up into profit
slam the breaks now the real sh-t is outta pocket

(i will never be sh-t)

truly this is where i stand
janitorial vision, cleaning the f-ckin’ amps
december 7th but cancer is what they say i am
hang up that invoice b-tch, i said it’s all a scam

- yung ulcer

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