I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Frozen weather outside, need me a heater
Leather when I ride, I am frequently called a creeper
Elegance, I'm watching these bitches like I was in Regal
Everyone come over and witness Lync, the main feature
All I do is smoke dope, hoping to see ya
All I do is roll slow then go work for those people
I tend to think slow, too-too much reefer
I tend to sit at home and trip, bitch I am a preacher
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Bitch I ride slow to the side
Bitch I'm geeked up when I ride
Bitch I'm trippin' dick on psilocybin
Vibin' in my eyes
Bitch my iris is alive
Bitch I'm flying with no sight
Bitch I'm dying, ain't surprised
But I thought I could live this life
All these bitches and enemies
Who is a friend of me
Talkin' shit about me, yuh yuh
F*ck what they said to me
I'm roasting hella weed
In the front seat of my parked car
Tryna forget bout this shit, I'm an idiot
Stickin' em up, I got mental affiliates
Call me Homer when I'm writing The Illiad
Marijuana where my soul and my spirit is
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but when I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Lync Lone - Bloodshot Blue Eyes Lyrics
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I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Frozen weather outside, need me a heater
Leather when I ride, I am frequently called a creeper
Elegance, I'm watching these bitches like I was in Regal
Everyone come over and witness Lync, the main feature
All I do is smoke dope, hoping to see ya
All I do is roll slow then go work for those people
I tend to think slow, too-too much reefer
I tend to sit at home and trip, bitch I am a preacher
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Bitch I ride slow to the side
Bitch I'm geeked up when I ride
Bitch I'm trippin' dick on psilocybin
Vibin' in my eyes
Bitch my iris is alive
Bitch I'm flying with no sight
Bitch I'm dying, ain't surprised
But I thought I could live this life
All these bitches and enemies
Who is a friend of me
Talkin' shit about me, yuh yuh
F*ck what they said to me
I'm roasting hella weed
In the front seat of my parked car
Tryna forget bout this shit, I'm an idiot
Stickin' em up, I got mental affiliates
Call me Homer when I'm writing The Illiad
Marijuana where my soul and my spirit is
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but when I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Frozen weather outside, need me a heater
Leather when I ride, I am frequently called a creeper
Elegance, I'm watching these bitches like I was in Regal
Everyone come over and witness Lync, the main feature
All I do is smoke dope, hoping to see ya
All I do is roll slow then go work for those people
I tend to think slow, too-too much reefer
I tend to sit at home and trip, bitch I am a preacher
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Bitch I ride slow to the side
Bitch I'm geeked up when I ride
Bitch I'm trippin' dick on psilocybin
Vibin' in my eyes
Bitch my iris is alive
Bitch I'm flying with no sight
Bitch I'm dying, ain't surprised
But I thought I could live this life
All these bitches and enemies
Who is a friend of me
Talkin' shit about me, yuh yuh
F*ck what they said to me
I'm roasting hella weed
In the front seat of my parked car
Tryna forget bout this shit, I'm an idiot
Stickin' em up, I got mental affiliates
Call me Homer when I'm writing The Illiad
Marijuana where my soul and my spirit is
I'm an underground lover
I'm an underpaid lunatic
I'll shoot the shit with anyone if it means giving my two cents, yeah
Bitch I dash and I barely get cash
But I will quick fast destroy your future and past
I'm scared of myself
But, hey, at least I can admit it
I'll marry the girl and then I'll say f*ck all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but when I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in
Writer: Kyle Moran
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