You can't fake a vibe, no you can't fake the f*ckin' energy
Don't pull up on me actin' like you the f*ckin' centerpiece
Don't call me asocial, I just know who I can trust
And if you not on that list then book a meeting with my gun, huh
Let me run the block up with a couple of my friends, huh
We are here to pick you up so hop up in that van, huh
Roll up on the park and watch the tangoes f*ckin' scram, huh
Then we get our bands together, make a trip to France, huh
Let's go out to dinner, hunny, I'm a f*ckin' sinner, hunny
You don't know the shit you're getting into, I'm a trigger bunny
I ain't stable, I'm explosive, sometimes lose my temper, but
If you gone stick around then I might wanna see wassup
If you put another shot up in my heart what would you say?
Would you make sure that your body's at the forefront of my brain?
Would you hypnotize me, keep me for forever and a day?
Man I tried my hardest but I simply couldn't get my way, hm
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
In my head, I'm suave
Practice kissing in my garage
In my head I got a motive
Do the motive have a cause?
You could hit me all the time
But I would tell you knock it off
Because I'm still gone need my space
When we're together, 'cuz I'm soft
I don't got the sauce
I don't got the drip
Drier than the carpet at
The bottom of my whip, huh
I don't break the law
I don't crash the whip
Yeah I know I'm quiet
You can hop off of my dick
Climb up in my bed
Imagine that I'm dead
Fantasize about the lives
I make up in my head
Yeah I play at shows
Yeah I got some hoes
Truthfully, this shit goes hard
But I'm still stuck at home
Vehemntt - Asocial Lyrics
Vehemntt - Asocial Lyrics
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You can't fake a vibe, no you can't fake the f*ckin' energy
Don't pull up on me actin' like you the f*ckin' centerpiece
Don't call me asocial, I just know who I can trust
And if you not on that list then book a meeting with my gun, huh
Let me run the block up with a couple of my friends, huh
We are here to pick you up so hop up in that van, huh
Roll up on the park and watch the tangoes f*ckin' scram, huh
Then we get our bands together, make a trip to France, huh
Let's go out to dinner, hunny, I'm a f*ckin' sinner, hunny
You don't know the shit you're getting into, I'm a trigger bunny
I ain't stable, I'm explosive, sometimes lose my temper, but
If you gone stick around then I might wanna see wassup
If you put another shot up in my heart what would you say?
Would you make sure that your body's at the forefront of my brain?
Would you hypnotize me, keep me for forever and a day?
Man I tried my hardest but I simply couldn't get my way, hm
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
In my head, I'm suave
Practice kissing in my garage
In my head I got a motive
Do the motive have a cause?
You could hit me all the time
But I would tell you knock it off
Because I'm still gone need my space
When we're together, 'cuz I'm soft
I don't got the sauce
I don't got the drip
Drier than the carpet at
The bottom of my whip, huh
I don't break the law
I don't crash the whip
Yeah I know I'm quiet
You can hop off of my dick
Climb up in my bed
Imagine that I'm dead
Fantasize about the lives
I make up in my head
Yeah I play at shows
Yeah I got some hoes
Truthfully, this shit goes hard
But I'm still stuck at home
Don't pull up on me actin' like you the f*ckin' centerpiece
Don't call me asocial, I just know who I can trust
And if you not on that list then book a meeting with my gun, huh
Let me run the block up with a couple of my friends, huh
We are here to pick you up so hop up in that van, huh
Roll up on the park and watch the tangoes f*ckin' scram, huh
Then we get our bands together, make a trip to France, huh
Let's go out to dinner, hunny, I'm a f*ckin' sinner, hunny
You don't know the shit you're getting into, I'm a trigger bunny
I ain't stable, I'm explosive, sometimes lose my temper, but
If you gone stick around then I might wanna see wassup
If you put another shot up in my heart what would you say?
Would you make sure that your body's at the forefront of my brain?
Would you hypnotize me, keep me for forever and a day?
Man I tried my hardest but I simply couldn't get my way, hm
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
Take a ride with me, I'll let you sit up on my handlebars
Motel pools and broken rules, I'll let you be my superstar
If I blow up, yeah you know you're coming to my shows, huh
But I ain't stupid, I still know when I should curve a hoe, huh
In my head, I'm suave
Practice kissing in my garage
In my head I got a motive
Do the motive have a cause?
You could hit me all the time
But I would tell you knock it off
Because I'm still gone need my space
When we're together, 'cuz I'm soft
I don't got the sauce
I don't got the drip
Drier than the carpet at
The bottom of my whip, huh
I don't break the law
I don't crash the whip
Yeah I know I'm quiet
You can hop off of my dick
Climb up in my bed
Imagine that I'm dead
Fantasize about the lives
I make up in my head
Yeah I play at shows
Yeah I got some hoes
Truthfully, this shit goes hard
But I'm still stuck at home
Writer: Logan Jeffers
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