(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)
New
Balance on my feet, its getting harder to believe
That I made it on my own, survived this world alone
Cause All I have is me and all you got is you
So blue when you got my back, the trust it gives me heart attacks
Still waking up sweating, wonder how my skin healed,
Guess that Ceraves the real deal, Ages since a real meal
Heating up the stove, When you coming home?
When you coming back,
I been whipping up that, whipping up that
Peanut sauce you like
With all the
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day
Rush to class, gotta pass,
All these f*cking cars cause they going last,
I cant, be late, my plate is full.
Yo asshole, get out my way,
Yo, I'm the asshole
Bitch you looking Dole in those apple bottoms
Peachy, dreamy, got me daydreaming, seeing
Sights that aren't present, find my mind yelling
Racing, pace myself. Wasting, mental health.
And I often wonder if its gonna work
Cause we both got school, and we both got work
On top of that, I been showing out at shows
And below that, it be low at my lows
I ain't easy to deal with
I blame others, ain't no healing
Burnt bridges, stitching wont suffice
I blame my mother, cut her off, in time
Listen girl, (AY) I know we're all we got
Listen to our songs, (AYYYYY), 21, a lot
Hop out, and were, driving thru the snow,
Make up a love story set in Buffalo, I
May not like all your posts, just know I like all your posts
And I hate being one of those
But would you mind a quick stop at the store
Cause we need
All of these
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day.
(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)
(Coughing and Screaming)
Nick Mass - Rice Noodles Lyrics
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(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)
New
Balance on my feet, its getting harder to believe
That I made it on my own, survived this world alone
Cause All I have is me and all you got is you
So blue when you got my back, the trust it gives me heart attacks
Still waking up sweating, wonder how my skin healed,
Guess that Ceraves the real deal, Ages since a real meal
Heating up the stove, When you coming home?
When you coming back,
I been whipping up that, whipping up that
Peanut sauce you like
With all the
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day
Rush to class, gotta pass,
All these f*cking cars cause they going last,
I cant, be late, my plate is full.
Yo asshole, get out my way,
Yo, I'm the asshole
Bitch you looking Dole in those apple bottoms
Peachy, dreamy, got me daydreaming, seeing
Sights that aren't present, find my mind yelling
Racing, pace myself. Wasting, mental health.
And I often wonder if its gonna work
Cause we both got school, and we both got work
On top of that, I been showing out at shows
And below that, it be low at my lows
I ain't easy to deal with
I blame others, ain't no healing
Burnt bridges, stitching wont suffice
I blame my mother, cut her off, in time
Listen girl, (AY) I know we're all we got
Listen to our songs, (AYYYYY), 21, a lot
Hop out, and were, driving thru the snow,
Make up a love story set in Buffalo, I
May not like all your posts, just know I like all your posts
And I hate being one of those
But would you mind a quick stop at the store
Cause we need
All of these
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day.
(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)
(Coughing and Screaming)
New
Balance on my feet, its getting harder to believe
That I made it on my own, survived this world alone
Cause All I have is me and all you got is you
So blue when you got my back, the trust it gives me heart attacks
Still waking up sweating, wonder how my skin healed,
Guess that Ceraves the real deal, Ages since a real meal
Heating up the stove, When you coming home?
When you coming back,
I been whipping up that, whipping up that
Peanut sauce you like
With all the
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day
Rush to class, gotta pass,
All these f*cking cars cause they going last,
I cant, be late, my plate is full.
Yo asshole, get out my way,
Yo, I'm the asshole
Bitch you looking Dole in those apple bottoms
Peachy, dreamy, got me daydreaming, seeing
Sights that aren't present, find my mind yelling
Racing, pace myself. Wasting, mental health.
And I often wonder if its gonna work
Cause we both got school, and we both got work
On top of that, I been showing out at shows
And below that, it be low at my lows
I ain't easy to deal with
I blame others, ain't no healing
Burnt bridges, stitching wont suffice
I blame my mother, cut her off, in time
Listen girl, (AY) I know we're all we got
Listen to our songs, (AYYYYY), 21, a lot
Hop out, and were, driving thru the snow,
Make up a love story set in Buffalo, I
May not like all your posts, just know I like all your posts
And I hate being one of those
But would you mind a quick stop at the store
Cause we need
All of these
Brocli, carrots
Spinach, shallots
Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it
Yeah I been waiting to dig into it
Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down
The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out
Wound up winding down the only way I know how.
Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out
Wow, I gotta take a nap
End up sleeping till 6 am
Then I sleep in till 10 am
Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day.
(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)
(Coughing and Screaming)
Writer: Nick Mass
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid