Letra de Pocket Full Of Posies
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Yo, some serious shit here bruh.
You know man.
We always, we always talk about
You know man.
We always, we always talk about
things.
Uhm
I was runnin' through the six.
You know how it goes.
You know it-
Yeah.
Fuck man, yo this is my shit bruh.
And you know how we do here,
we fuckin' it up.
We fuck up and we sing bruh
'cause we don't give a shit bruh.
Runnin' through the bands.
I don't give a shit.
I am not in a fuckin' band.
I need a band-aid to cover up my aid.
I don't have a hearing aids.
I got some fuckin' aids.
I'm so motherfuckin' infected
with some motherfuckin'
Shit.
I shouldn't of shit on you.
Ha.
I shouldn't of fucked you.
I shouldn't of fucked you in the ass.
What the fuck?
I'm going crazy.
I'm holding my dick right now
while I'm singing this stupid shit.
What's wrong with my head?
I don't know.
But I know something else.
I don't know.
Shit.
Something just snapped inside my head that's making me move.
I'm having an anuerysm
or whatever the fuck it's called.
When you motherfuckin' know yourself.
When I know everything else.
I'm not even drunk
and I'm not even on any drugs.
I was runnin' through the band
with my motherfuckin' six.
I was runnin' through the six.
That's how it was.
Yeah, I just remembered.
I was runnin' through the six.
You know how that shit goes.
Yeah, yeah. Hahaha.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm going fucking crazy
and I have no idea what's going on.
Why am I like this?
Why are you like this?
Yeah.
What the fuck?
I need a dentist.
I need a dentist
because I am so addicted
to the meninist account on Twitter.
I hope they fucking die.
I hope they all die.
I hate that account so fucking-
My. Oh my. Die, oh, die.
I'm rubbing my stomach
like a little fucking pie.
I need a pie,
a little cream pie.
I need someone to come
piss in my motherfuckin' mouth.
Yo, we was runnin' through the 7 seas.
I got some fuckin' STDs.
Yo.
*coughing*
Runnin' through the trap.
Runnin' crap.
I'm trappin' at my house
with none of my hoes.
I don't even got no hoes.
Someone just Snapchatted me
It wasn't you.
Why wasn't it you?
I'm Drake.
Yesss.
I'm so good. I rap. Yeah.
Yeah.
(Thanks to Troll for these lyrics)
Uhm
I was runnin' through the six.
You know how it goes.
You know it-
Yeah.
Fuck man, yo this is my shit bruh.
And you know how we do here,
we fuckin' it up.
We fuck up and we sing bruh
'cause we don't give a shit bruh.
Runnin' through the bands.
I don't give a shit.
I am not in a fuckin' band.
I need a band-aid to cover up my aid.
I don't have a hearing aids.
I got some fuckin' aids.
I'm so motherfuckin' infected
with some motherfuckin'
Shit.
I shouldn't of shit on you.
Ha.
I shouldn't of fucked you.
I shouldn't of fucked you in the ass.
What the fuck?
I'm going crazy.
I'm holding my dick right now
while I'm singing this stupid shit.
What's wrong with my head?
I don't know.
But I know something else.
I don't know.
Shit.
Something just snapped inside my head that's making me move.
I'm having an anuerysm
or whatever the fuck it's called.
When you motherfuckin' know yourself.
When I know everything else.
I'm not even drunk
and I'm not even on any drugs.
I was runnin' through the band
with my motherfuckin' six.
I was runnin' through the six.
That's how it was.
Yeah, I just remembered.
I was runnin' through the six.
You know how that shit goes.
Yeah, yeah. Hahaha.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm going fucking crazy
and I have no idea what's going on.
Why am I like this?
Why are you like this?
Yeah.
What the fuck?
I need a dentist.
I need a dentist
because I am so addicted
to the meninist account on Twitter.
I hope they fucking die.
I hope they all die.
I hate that account so fucking-
My. Oh my. Die, oh, die.
I'm rubbing my stomach
like a little fucking pie.
I need a pie,
a little cream pie.
I need someone to come
piss in my motherfuckin' mouth.
Yo, we was runnin' through the 7 seas.
I got some fuckin' STDs.
Yo.
*coughing*
Runnin' through the trap.
Runnin' crap.
I'm trappin' at my house
with none of my hoes.
I don't even got no hoes.
Someone just Snapchatted me
It wasn't you.
Why wasn't it you?
I'm Drake.
Yesss.
I'm so good. I rap. Yeah.
Yeah.
(Thanks to Troll for these lyrics)
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