If life's a bitch, then she's a feminist
That likes a lemon twist when the acid hits
I'm a pile of bricks around her ashtrays
I'ma masochist slash pacifist
That thinks her damage adds to her attractiveness
Pass the fifth, yeah, life's a trip
That's why I still ain't have no mattress yet
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
Dodging and dipping in the darkness
Came from the garbage, now we got options
Playin' this game, feelin' this pain
Makin' me cautious
Sick thoughts, makin' me nauseous
Sippin' and feelin' the same
Broke in the brain, feelin' insane
Can't complain, life's a bitch
Always the same, life's so lame
Wanna feel flames, wanna take planes
Wanna f*ck hoes, wanna make dough
Wanna make more, wanna make more
Flip and bust and reload
Hit a lick in Pedro
F*ck a bitch lets get dough
Flip a brick and reload
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
If life's a bitch, she must be an immigrant
Must be my nemesis or the equivalent
I'm just an instrument, part of this chaos
In today's vigilant days of imprisonment
What a predicament
What an elegant weight of embarrassment
If life's a bitch, she must need an exorcist
Or a psychotherapist with the way
She picks me up an inch, drops me like a fifth
On her fingertips, burnin' like a spliff
I been through a grip of people sayin' I ain't shit
Damn near wrote the script
Cut the lights and call it quits
Toxic, broken promises
Of standin' on a cliff, hopin' I don't slip
Hopin' I don't slip
Bad Eyedea - Payphone Slippin (feat. Ghetto_Coconutt) Lyrics
Bad Eyedea - Payphone Slippin (feat. Ghetto_Coconutt) Lyrics
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If life's a bitch, then she's a feminist
That likes a lemon twist when the acid hits
I'm a pile of bricks around her ashtrays
I'ma masochist slash pacifist
That thinks her damage adds to her attractiveness
Pass the fifth, yeah, life's a trip
That's why I still ain't have no mattress yet
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
Dodging and dipping in the darkness
Came from the garbage, now we got options
Playin' this game, feelin' this pain
Makin' me cautious
Sick thoughts, makin' me nauseous
Sippin' and feelin' the same
Broke in the brain, feelin' insane
Can't complain, life's a bitch
Always the same, life's so lame
Wanna feel flames, wanna take planes
Wanna f*ck hoes, wanna make dough
Wanna make more, wanna make more
Flip and bust and reload
Hit a lick in Pedro
F*ck a bitch lets get dough
Flip a brick and reload
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
If life's a bitch, she must be an immigrant
Must be my nemesis or the equivalent
I'm just an instrument, part of this chaos
In today's vigilant days of imprisonment
What a predicament
What an elegant weight of embarrassment
If life's a bitch, she must need an exorcist
Or a psychotherapist with the way
She picks me up an inch, drops me like a fifth
On her fingertips, burnin' like a spliff
I been through a grip of people sayin' I ain't shit
Damn near wrote the script
Cut the lights and call it quits
Toxic, broken promises
Of standin' on a cliff, hopin' I don't slip
Hopin' I don't slip
That likes a lemon twist when the acid hits
I'm a pile of bricks around her ashtrays
I'ma masochist slash pacifist
That thinks her damage adds to her attractiveness
Pass the fifth, yeah, life's a trip
That's why I still ain't have no mattress yet
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
Dodging and dipping in the darkness
Came from the garbage, now we got options
Playin' this game, feelin' this pain
Makin' me cautious
Sick thoughts, makin' me nauseous
Sippin' and feelin' the same
Broke in the brain, feelin' insane
Can't complain, life's a bitch
Always the same, life's so lame
Wanna feel flames, wanna take planes
Wanna f*ck hoes, wanna make dough
Wanna make more, wanna make more
Flip and bust and reload
Hit a lick in Pedro
F*ck a bitch lets get dough
Flip a brick and reload
Still ain't ever met my limit
Still ain't ever get my visit
Stealing all my tickets at the fair like give it
I been at the payphone slippin'
Tryna run away for a living
Dreamin' of a gravestone pimping
Tryna lay low for a minute
Tryna find the hole that I fit in
Scotty doesn't know that she different
Might as well post her soul as missing
If life's a bitch, she must be an immigrant
Must be my nemesis or the equivalent
I'm just an instrument, part of this chaos
In today's vigilant days of imprisonment
What a predicament
What an elegant weight of embarrassment
If life's a bitch, she must need an exorcist
Or a psychotherapist with the way
She picks me up an inch, drops me like a fifth
On her fingertips, burnin' like a spliff
I been through a grip of people sayin' I ain't shit
Damn near wrote the script
Cut the lights and call it quits
Toxic, broken promises
Of standin' on a cliff, hopin' I don't slip
Hopin' I don't slip
Writer: Eric Anderson, Dylan Hardman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid