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Travis Thompson

Wowski

 

Wowski


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Huh

Okay
This that motherfucking clear the room (Clear it)
Something's finna happen, I'ma make it clear to you
I'm going ninety-five and passing, hydroplaning, steering through
A bunch of guppies moving funny, when they duck it, fear the truth
I'm going public with my fuck y'all, fuck 'bout how I come off
I was burning CDs, selling candy out my lunchbox
And tryna get this one shot, fucking up the fun, dawg
Still weary 'round the straps from watching accidental gun—
Who the fuck you tryna stunt on? We the kids, the stuntman
Folks who see the ring of fire, spark a blunt and jump in
And young, you get accustomed (Yeah), happiness, dysfunction
And credit that from trips they should've never took, but fuck it
We just tryna see something (Uh-huh), we just want a piece of it (Uh-huh)
We just want you ask questions before you get us suggested (Uh-huh)
I just wan' chalk with my cousin (Uh-huh), said I'm stressed in my letter (Uh-huh)
I'ma send it like, "Why the hell would I say that? Make edits"
But with this shit, I got no hesitation (Yeah) or no reservations (Yeah)
Y'all be gassing surface-level lames like they some fucking saviors
Really, y'all can fucking save it
Like keep the chain, tuck your faces [?]
[?] way too long and we gon' up the pacing
Can't even control my wrath, mix tequila, cognac (Ha)
If my dick is in the building, then it need a throat attached (Ha-ha)
You can really hold the laugh (Ha-ha), you don't even know the path (Yah)
If I'm ever acting broke, it's 'cause I fucking own my raps (Motherfucker)
Yeah, run it back like yeah, I own this shit (Uh-huh)
Behind a hippie bitch like stickers that say coexist (Ha-ha)
Huh, yeah, we used to get the spodie lit (We did)
Now I'm rooftop-drunk, curving the Chloe quit (Bye-bye)
Yeah, whatever city, state or coast and shit (Whatever)
I'm the coldest in that bitch and you gon' know this shit (On God)
Yeah, you smoking rock if you ain't noticed it
But I'ma have y'all itching necks, go 'head and quote this shit

Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
[?] with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all around me, I got demons all, yuh
Like wowski, allow me at your [?], used to run a hit
[?] with that twenty-five thouski
Now I just want mercy for these demons all around me
I got demons all, I got—

Like [?] in the dark

done

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