Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Smoking good bud like golden retriever
Feeling like Peep cause I need me a Beamer
Waking up early and smelling the cedar
Turn into Sheen when I'm knee deep in
Madness
I need a classic to-be-dropped
But I'm at the bottom and working my all
So now my heart throbbing, I'm on Adderall
I'm penning these lyrics and feeling like
Fall, autumn, crisp
Sun is out bright so my boys on the shift
Working our jobs, tryna get it how we live
But know deep down, no, we ain't making shit
Stuck living in a mix, life going in a ditch
So we gotta rap hard, make blessings outta tricks
Like the rabbit, f*ck living lavish
Wait
I'm just tryna be
Better than all of the average aye
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Yuh
Caffeinated, half elated
Path that I'm paving making me anxious
I'm getting hated, thrown to the pavement
Don't give a f*ck, cause your words are vacant
Every playlist, every A-List
Every rap caviar
Jimmy Neutron, way the I shoot for the stars
F*ck a futon, Imma sleep when I'm gone
Yeah you know I never dream cause the ice in the bong
Pray my money long like Long John Silver
Don't even feel ya
This ain't a thriller
F*ck a desk job, yeah I will not be Dilbert
Not out the mud, but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Making this music I do not make filler
Making this music, I do not make filler
Not out the mud but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like may-day
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
kid w no face - yerba mate. Lyrics
kid w no face - yerba mate. Lyrics
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Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Smoking good bud like golden retriever
Feeling like Peep cause I need me a Beamer
Waking up early and smelling the cedar
Turn into Sheen when I'm knee deep in
Madness
I need a classic to-be-dropped
But I'm at the bottom and working my all
So now my heart throbbing, I'm on Adderall
I'm penning these lyrics and feeling like
Fall, autumn, crisp
Sun is out bright so my boys on the shift
Working our jobs, tryna get it how we live
But know deep down, no, we ain't making shit
Stuck living in a mix, life going in a ditch
So we gotta rap hard, make blessings outta tricks
Like the rabbit, f*ck living lavish
Wait
I'm just tryna be
Better than all of the average aye
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Yuh
Caffeinated, half elated
Path that I'm paving making me anxious
I'm getting hated, thrown to the pavement
Don't give a f*ck, cause your words are vacant
Every playlist, every A-List
Every rap caviar
Jimmy Neutron, way the I shoot for the stars
F*ck a futon, Imma sleep when I'm gone
Yeah you know I never dream cause the ice in the bong
Pray my money long like Long John Silver
Don't even feel ya
This ain't a thriller
F*ck a desk job, yeah I will not be Dilbert
Not out the mud, but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Making this music I do not make filler
Making this music, I do not make filler
Not out the mud but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like may-day
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Smoking good bud like golden retriever
Feeling like Peep cause I need me a Beamer
Waking up early and smelling the cedar
Turn into Sheen when I'm knee deep in
Madness
I need a classic to-be-dropped
But I'm at the bottom and working my all
So now my heart throbbing, I'm on Adderall
I'm penning these lyrics and feeling like
Fall, autumn, crisp
Sun is out bright so my boys on the shift
Working our jobs, tryna get it how we live
But know deep down, no, we ain't making shit
Stuck living in a mix, life going in a ditch
So we gotta rap hard, make blessings outta tricks
Like the rabbit, f*ck living lavish
Wait
I'm just tryna be
Better than all of the average aye
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like mayday
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Yuh
Caffeinated, half elated
Path that I'm paving making me anxious
I'm getting hated, thrown to the pavement
Don't give a f*ck, cause your words are vacant
Every playlist, every A-List
Every rap caviar
Jimmy Neutron, way the I shoot for the stars
F*ck a futon, Imma sleep when I'm gone
Yeah you know I never dream cause the ice in the bong
Pray my money long like Long John Silver
Don't even feel ya
This ain't a thriller
F*ck a desk job, yeah I will not be Dilbert
Not out the mud, but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Making this music I do not make filler
Making this music, I do not make filler
Not out the mud but I'm feeling like Wilbur
Bury me away till I'm in my grave
I've been in a maze and my mind won't wake
Lotta freaky things that my dime gon chase
I've been killing fates tryna get this pay
Wait, pay straight
Burning through dope like may-day
Pay wait, stand straight
Sipping on strong, that yerba mate
Writer: D.W. Camperos, Dalton Currey Camperos
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: kid w no face
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: D.W. Camperos, Dalton Currey Camperos