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ONI INC.
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Wasielewski-Tavarez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Esthetic Gloom
Produzent:in
Letra
(Yeah, uh)
I wanna fuck (yeah)
Yo' hoes suck (let's go)
ADHD combined with addiction
Pussy be my one affliction, nut
'Cause I be stressed out
I be workin', baby sittin'
All I want now is some friction
We can try the kitchen
I'll make you some food right after
We can fuck inside the garage
Let me just go move the ladder
Like a Jackson Pollock splatter
You don't swallow, doesn't matter (huh)
Love to be dominated
My stroke game never quit
Yeah you a bitch, but you mine
Grab your hips right from behind
Want it wet, want it slime
I need gross, know my kind
Not a lot I don't do
Smoke and sex, da ba doo
Dick game years ahead
I'm advanced, I'm taboo
I'm addicted, I'm addicted
I'm addicted, I'm addicted
I'm addicted to fucking
Like Hoover Dam, she be suckin'
I'm always dead but need munchies
I hold her hair with no scrunchie
'Cause I'm a
Gentleman, but no I'm not gentle
I bought what I got
Your loadout rental with a thot
You had the jump but I'm a dropshot
Bitch, this ain't hopscotch
No games played, motherfuck I be top notched
(Where the fuck did you find them?)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahaha)
(That was a fake laugh)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, what?
Where the fuck did you find them?
I'm just off a coffee
Please do not kill 'cause I am not a copy
Why does everyone look so blocky?
Think I'm addicted to tension
I keep them guessing
Like a game of 21 questions
They're missing the message
Don't give a fuck about anyone's blessing
Running through raps 'til I pass out like Bobby
We just got our first check, I smell like Havarti
Good grief, these kids really livin' kinda rocky
Like Heath, shit's kinda bleak when you grow dead teeth
Whoa, I know that I do not know
We so despicable
Slow the pulse parasitical
Sonic harmonic rays, every single minute getting critical
Show me the bodies
I don't buy it for a second
You getting sloppy
Hoping we don't make connections
GS 33, road of ascension
Never slow up
Bitch I need an intervention
Yeah they call me sawed-off (no they don't)
Circumcision plus I blow the pussy walls off
Play my song, repeat until your head falls off
No authentic sentiment, boy you a knock off
Yeah I moonwalk while your tongue is on the chop block
Pussy stressin' on a little bit of cough cough
Wouldn't last a second if this shit really popped off
I be tonguing grannies in the middle of the crosswalk
Gave Karen lockjaw while we watching Matlock
Show me the bodies
I don't buy it for a second
You getting sloppy
Hoping we don't make connections
GS 33, road of ascension
When we blow up
Say goodbye to this dimension
Writer(s): Tyler Wasielewski-tavarez
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