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MILK MOB - REALLY REALLY HARD Lyrics




Wake up in the mornin
Getting sick of the mourning
Mowin the lawn n
Everythings boring
Take my pills so I don't feels
Stopped eating meals
Depression on my heels

I'm a loser drinking cruisers leaving bruises
On an everlasting goober, who the f*ck are you?
"Hey what's up I'm new. Could I borrow your shoes, my feet size 32?"

Tryna always take my shit
Even when I work really really hard for it
Man they just don't know
Get it for the low
Everyone asking me
My answer always no

My shoes, ugly just like me
I don't care though got them for free
Jojo on my TV
Shout out Jolene
Been itching for some weed
Yeah I don't need no sleep
Human condition type beat yeah
Rolling ciggies
That shit so weak bruh
Dropped out of school i sell perks now
Leave em on the ground and they crying
Wow

Pronounce think like think
I do
Here's the BBQ sauce, but where you?
No slang with her gang
You got bangs, 12 bangs
Get addicted to the act not the play
No play
Gotta know when to slow
Hurry hurry why no hurry
Gotta 8 toes in my shoe
3 too many, why too many?
You're too many, 3 too many
You're not my fleece bro
Get off my torso!
You're SD and I'm 1080P
Maybe 4K who's to say?
40x100 that's lit
Too lit
Hundo frames
What's your game?
Hey you're blueberry-lame
Me and you just ain't the same

Tryna always take my shit
Even when I work really really hard for it
Man they just don't know
Get it for the low
Everyone asking me
My answer always no
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Wake up in the mornin
Getting sick of the mourning
Mowin the lawn n
Everythings boring
Take my pills so I don't feels
Stopped eating meals
Depression on my heels

I'm a loser drinking cruisers leaving bruises
On an everlasting goober, who the f*ck are you?
"Hey what's up I'm new. Could I borrow your shoes, my feet size 32?"

Tryna always take my shit
Even when I work really really hard for it
Man they just don't know
Get it for the low
Everyone asking me
My answer always no

My shoes, ugly just like me
I don't care though got them for free
Jojo on my TV
Shout out Jolene
Been itching for some weed
Yeah I don't need no sleep
Human condition type beat yeah
Rolling ciggies
That shit so weak bruh
Dropped out of school i sell perks now
Leave em on the ground and they crying
Wow

Pronounce think like think
I do
Here's the BBQ sauce, but where you?
No slang with her gang
You got bangs, 12 bangs
Get addicted to the act not the play
No play
Gotta know when to slow
Hurry hurry why no hurry
Gotta 8 toes in my shoe
3 too many, why too many?
You're too many, 3 too many
You're not my fleece bro
Get off my torso!
You're SD and I'm 1080P
Maybe 4K who's to say?
40x100 that's lit
Too lit
Hundo frames
What's your game?
Hey you're blueberry-lame
Me and you just ain't the same

Tryna always take my shit
Even when I work really really hard for it
Man they just don't know
Get it for the low
Everyone asking me
My answer always no
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Writer: Lincoln Intharacks, Michael Piras, Tim Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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