Playing the game without the cheat codes
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
I do ten styles well you do one style poorly, you bore me
Think a career change surely
Would be a better choice, cause you're whack as an artist
Think youre better suited to be f*cking with the garbage
Harvesting bars, writing the songs that pay the rent
For the dead eyed smiles and 100 percents
F*ck a tour, f*ck a feature, f*ck you if you ain't with it
Yo I said it all before, now lets go bullet point the credits
No cowrite, no autotune, no rich dad no silver spoon
I'm ahab on the full moon, pissed off with a harpoon
D-i-y til I d-i-e. Hard work built everything you see.
I don't got fans I got family, together we financed this reality
It's flowing through my veins, you can see it in my eyes
Maryland til I die, east coast is on the rise
I'm a mid Atlantic punk, the coast up on my back
You're clowns up in the circus playing air guitar to tracks
Playing the game without the cheat codes
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
Used to play at Friday's
Now I'm playing fly dates
Used to tray up fry plates
Now I'm on the wide stage
Finger to the sky saying
I'm the type of guy
That'll burn the f*cker down
If instructed too by my rage
My way, has been tough as nails
Cuz I blazed, my own god damn trails
Out On highways, building ticket sales
No help from whales, quality prevails
Yo I don't dress well and I swear too much
Can't look you in the eyes when ive been hitting on the dutch
Don't look good on the gram
And your boy don't dance
I don't tik tok but I rock mic stands
Talking on brands, mine is unapologetic
I sound better on a livestream then you do up on a record
Pure cane sugar vs uncaffeinated diet
Now watch me play this guitar like a mother f*cking riot
Bumpin Uglies - Cheat Codes Lyrics
Bumpin Uglies - Cheat Codes Lyrics
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Playing the game without the cheat codes
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
I do ten styles well you do one style poorly, you bore me
Think a career change surely
Would be a better choice, cause you're whack as an artist
Think youre better suited to be f*cking with the garbage
Harvesting bars, writing the songs that pay the rent
For the dead eyed smiles and 100 percents
F*ck a tour, f*ck a feature, f*ck you if you ain't with it
Yo I said it all before, now lets go bullet point the credits
No cowrite, no autotune, no rich dad no silver spoon
I'm ahab on the full moon, pissed off with a harpoon
D-i-y til I d-i-e. Hard work built everything you see.
I don't got fans I got family, together we financed this reality
It's flowing through my veins, you can see it in my eyes
Maryland til I die, east coast is on the rise
I'm a mid Atlantic punk, the coast up on my back
You're clowns up in the circus playing air guitar to tracks
Playing the game without the cheat codes
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
Used to play at Friday's
Now I'm playing fly dates
Used to tray up fry plates
Now I'm on the wide stage
Finger to the sky saying
I'm the type of guy
That'll burn the f*cker down
If instructed too by my rage
My way, has been tough as nails
Cuz I blazed, my own god damn trails
Out On highways, building ticket sales
No help from whales, quality prevails
Yo I don't dress well and I swear too much
Can't look you in the eyes when ive been hitting on the dutch
Don't look good on the gram
And your boy don't dance
I don't tik tok but I rock mic stands
Talking on brands, mine is unapologetic
I sound better on a livestream then you do up on a record
Pure cane sugar vs uncaffeinated diet
Now watch me play this guitar like a mother f*cking riot
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
I do ten styles well you do one style poorly, you bore me
Think a career change surely
Would be a better choice, cause you're whack as an artist
Think youre better suited to be f*cking with the garbage
Harvesting bars, writing the songs that pay the rent
For the dead eyed smiles and 100 percents
F*ck a tour, f*ck a feature, f*ck you if you ain't with it
Yo I said it all before, now lets go bullet point the credits
No cowrite, no autotune, no rich dad no silver spoon
I'm ahab on the full moon, pissed off with a harpoon
D-i-y til I d-i-e. Hard work built everything you see.
I don't got fans I got family, together we financed this reality
It's flowing through my veins, you can see it in my eyes
Maryland til I die, east coast is on the rise
I'm a mid Atlantic punk, the coast up on my back
You're clowns up in the circus playing air guitar to tracks
Playing the game without the cheat codes
Keep those short cuts to the top so when i Meet foes, sheep's clothes
I ain't gotta smile or pretend I give a damn
In the van with the plan, I'm the mother f*cking man
Used to play at Friday's
Now I'm playing fly dates
Used to tray up fry plates
Now I'm on the wide stage
Finger to the sky saying
I'm the type of guy
That'll burn the f*cker down
If instructed too by my rage
My way, has been tough as nails
Cuz I blazed, my own god damn trails
Out On highways, building ticket sales
No help from whales, quality prevails
Yo I don't dress well and I swear too much
Can't look you in the eyes when ive been hitting on the dutch
Don't look good on the gram
And your boy don't dance
I don't tik tok but I rock mic stands
Talking on brands, mine is unapologetic
I sound better on a livestream then you do up on a record
Pure cane sugar vs uncaffeinated diet
Now watch me play this guitar like a mother f*cking riot
Writer: Brandon Hardesty
Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING