You wanna be me
In my beanie
Get back in your pot
You Will Smith genie
You're obviously
Smoking da Greenie
Tryna play me
But u ain't see me
You can't read me
I ain't kneeling
I'm already sitting reading ready
There's no context when you heed me
I'm staying greedy
With subtle naivety
Ola Santiago
Where tf you at tho
Why no buss down
In my Tarago
Although My legs
Oh they so hairy
Oh no they feel heavy
And yes they're just sweating
And no I didn't piss myself
Call me Michael with the Nano
Hiding in the shadows
"I hate Milk Mob"
Yeah, ditto
I'm taking off my Speedos
Too busy I don't stress tho
Flying like CROWS CROWS CROWS
Take a drag I BLOW BLOW BLOW
Adult Jazz police say no
'Bout 50 couldn't ruin my flow
Got a new flavour honey dew
Better tasting than your gf's nudes
Make her sticky white like glue
Don't think she cares about you nah
She be asking Chad who?
Cause she be f*cking us too
Make your face go blue
When we show her who's who
Stare at the wall for 8 hours straight
I don't do anything that's my best trait
At a party
I can't relate (I can't relate)
Listen to Die Lit everyday
Put my selfies in a frame
Met a girl
Stole her chain
Everything is so mundane
Pass me one of those grapes
Not the white
Not the red one
Not the blue one
Not the pink one
Not the bronze one
Can't feel my feet
Smoke my bong and read a Kanye tweet
Made some coffee it's a little to sweet
But then again my life's a mess
Every day is a test
A little bit of sugar can't stress
Unless I choke on a booger then I'm gonna kill myself
F*cking hell my life is hell
What a twist
This ending isn't bliss
SERVE THE STUNTS MY LUV Video (MV)
Performed By: MILK MOB
Length: 2:28
Written by: Connor Mcfadden, Lincoln Justice, Michael Piras, Tim Alexander
MILK MOB - SERVE THE STUNTS MY LUV Lyrics
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You wanna be me
In my beanie
Get back in your pot
You Will Smith genie
You're obviously
Smoking da Greenie
Tryna play me
But u ain't see me
You can't read me
I ain't kneeling
I'm already sitting reading ready
There's no context when you heed me
I'm staying greedy
With subtle naivety
Ola Santiago
Where tf you at tho
Why no buss down
In my Tarago
Although My legs
Oh they so hairy
Oh no they feel heavy
And yes they're just sweating
And no I didn't piss myself
Call me Michael with the Nano
Hiding in the shadows
"I hate Milk Mob"
Yeah, ditto
I'm taking off my Speedos
Too busy I don't stress tho
Flying like CROWS CROWS CROWS
Take a drag I BLOW BLOW BLOW
Adult Jazz police say no
'Bout 50 couldn't ruin my flow
Got a new flavour honey dew
Better tasting than your gf's nudes
Make her sticky white like glue
Don't think she cares about you nah
She be asking Chad who?
Cause she be f*cking us too
Make your face go blue
When we show her who's who
Stare at the wall for 8 hours straight
I don't do anything that's my best trait
At a party
I can't relate (I can't relate)
Listen to Die Lit everyday
Put my selfies in a frame
Met a girl
Stole her chain
Everything is so mundane
Pass me one of those grapes
Not the white
Not the red one
Not the blue one
Not the pink one
Not the bronze one
Can't feel my feet
Smoke my bong and read a Kanye tweet
Made some coffee it's a little to sweet
But then again my life's a mess
Every day is a test
A little bit of sugar can't stress
Unless I choke on a booger then I'm gonna kill myself
F*cking hell my life is hell
What a twist
This ending isn't bliss
In my beanie
Get back in your pot
You Will Smith genie
You're obviously
Smoking da Greenie
Tryna play me
But u ain't see me
You can't read me
I ain't kneeling
I'm already sitting reading ready
There's no context when you heed me
I'm staying greedy
With subtle naivety
Ola Santiago
Where tf you at tho
Why no buss down
In my Tarago
Although My legs
Oh they so hairy
Oh no they feel heavy
And yes they're just sweating
And no I didn't piss myself
Call me Michael with the Nano
Hiding in the shadows
"I hate Milk Mob"
Yeah, ditto
I'm taking off my Speedos
Too busy I don't stress tho
Flying like CROWS CROWS CROWS
Take a drag I BLOW BLOW BLOW
Adult Jazz police say no
'Bout 50 couldn't ruin my flow
Got a new flavour honey dew
Better tasting than your gf's nudes
Make her sticky white like glue
Don't think she cares about you nah
She be asking Chad who?
Cause she be f*cking us too
Make your face go blue
When we show her who's who
Stare at the wall for 8 hours straight
I don't do anything that's my best trait
At a party
I can't relate (I can't relate)
Listen to Die Lit everyday
Put my selfies in a frame
Met a girl
Stole her chain
Everything is so mundane
Pass me one of those grapes
Not the white
Not the red one
Not the blue one
Not the pink one
Not the bronze one
Can't feel my feet
Smoke my bong and read a Kanye tweet
Made some coffee it's a little to sweet
But then again my life's a mess
Every day is a test
A little bit of sugar can't stress
Unless I choke on a booger then I'm gonna kill myself
F*cking hell my life is hell
What a twist
This ending isn't bliss
Writer: Connor Mcfadden, Lincoln Justice, Michael Piras, Tim Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid