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Cheatcodes (feat. Offsite) Video (MV)




Performed By: Oaky
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Mitch Fowler




Oaky - Cheatcodes (feat. Offsite) Lyrics




I drove her madder than any love professing actor
She collated the data and foresaw we're not climbing the ladder
I hoed and hummed about staying on this rung
She crowed your too slow with your tongue and threw me out, we're done
Now I'm on her doormat
Like poor cat
Claws scratch the latch
Wailing about the pain in my thorax

Make the pain stop
Went home to tame the main vein
Releasing rain drops
Undoing my brain knot
Happily clean the drain clogged

I'm an insane hog
Sicker than swine flu
Mind you, I'll still write a haiku
On how to kill whites better than loin do

I'm willing to die
Right when we require food

What do I gotta do
Till someone noteworthy writes how smart I am
My whole heart's in a can
Apart of the bargain bin
I could let a fart land
Start bartering
With a coin hunger artisan
Feeling like a partially win
Paying full price but also getting their cardigan
March begin
And never end
Strikes are a mighty sight
The whitey tightees will likely fight

Worded things differently
For the sake of sympathy
Til I realised it's how hypocrites speak
I think I sound best with a gimmicky beat
Unlimited speech is the only cheat code memorised
However I understand the first to preach is usually hasty with pesticides

I'm the opposite of an early bird
More like a croak a shit decurly turd
Unfurling his words
For all to hear,
Slowly more aware
When the corners near
I'll pour a beer
Ignoring fear
The morbid affair
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English

I drove her madder than any love professing actor
She collated the data and foresaw we're not climbing the ladder
I hoed and hummed about staying on this rung
She crowed your too slow with your tongue and threw me out, we're done
Now I'm on her doormat
Like poor cat
Claws scratch the latch
Wailing about the pain in my thorax

Make the pain stop
Went home to tame the main vein
Releasing rain drops
Undoing my brain knot
Happily clean the drain clogged

I'm an insane hog
Sicker than swine flu
Mind you, I'll still write a haiku
On how to kill whites better than loin do

I'm willing to die
Right when we require food

What do I gotta do
Till someone noteworthy writes how smart I am
My whole heart's in a can
Apart of the bargain bin
I could let a fart land
Start bartering
With a coin hunger artisan
Feeling like a partially win
Paying full price but also getting their cardigan
March begin
And never end
Strikes are a mighty sight
The whitey tightees will likely fight

Worded things differently
For the sake of sympathy
Til I realised it's how hypocrites speak
I think I sound best with a gimmicky beat
Unlimited speech is the only cheat code memorised
However I understand the first to preach is usually hasty with pesticides

I'm the opposite of an early bird
More like a croak a shit decurly turd
Unfurling his words
For all to hear,
Slowly more aware
When the corners near
I'll pour a beer
Ignoring fear
The morbid affair
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Writer: Mitch Fowler
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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