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1KRAZYDAY Video (MV)




Performed By: DeadFriend
Language: English
Length: 1:10
Written by: DANIEL PACHECO




DeadFriend - 1KRAZYDAY Lyrics




F*ck how you feel, your opinions have never mattered
I'm who rappers try to come after
On God they call me the devil, but Jesus I am flattered
After calling me a bastard, now the art of not giving a f*ck is something I have mastered
Ego shatter, laughing while dabbing shatter I'm off a gram
Of Afghan, sleepwalking as I pop a xan
No matter the rapper I'm not a fan
Got my hands around they neck, while they screaming, stop it Dan, you awful man

Drunk at Walmart with a cart to shop
I forget to pay, run out and hot wire a random car up in the parking lot
And as I reach the freeway, behind are the cops
Middle fingers out the window breaking as I start to stop
F*ck that, speed away, make it home and then spark the pot
Relieve stress, through sex with my ex cause G marks the spot
Then I make her get out like I'm Jordan Peele
It's just another sin whenever I pray to the Lord and kneel

Life's a game of strip poker, so of course I deal
When hungover and half faded naked and hating how the morning feels
Popping 40 pills, wishing the blue collar road offered more appeal
Cause my life only exists for the thrills
This verse go dumber than a trump fan saying don't support the steal
Or retracting that abortion bill, of course I kill
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English

F*ck how you feel, your opinions have never mattered
I'm who rappers try to come after
On God they call me the devil, but Jesus I am flattered
After calling me a bastard, now the art of not giving a f*ck is something I have mastered
Ego shatter, laughing while dabbing shatter I'm off a gram
Of Afghan, sleepwalking as I pop a xan
No matter the rapper I'm not a fan
Got my hands around they neck, while they screaming, stop it Dan, you awful man

Drunk at Walmart with a cart to shop
I forget to pay, run out and hot wire a random car up in the parking lot
And as I reach the freeway, behind are the cops
Middle fingers out the window breaking as I start to stop
F*ck that, speed away, make it home and then spark the pot
Relieve stress, through sex with my ex cause G marks the spot
Then I make her get out like I'm Jordan Peele
It's just another sin whenever I pray to the Lord and kneel

Life's a game of strip poker, so of course I deal
When hungover and half faded naked and hating how the morning feels
Popping 40 pills, wishing the blue collar road offered more appeal
Cause my life only exists for the thrills
This verse go dumber than a trump fan saying don't support the steal
Or retracting that abortion bill, of course I kill
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Writer: DANIEL PACHECO
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