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Whatchumacallit

 

Whatchumacallit


Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't tripping baby I'm just nauseous
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

Like leaves for the blossom
I'm popping out on everybody flossing
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

Baby girl come give me a kiss
Know I'm high as fuck yeah
I'm really off the shits
And
Baby talk in tongues with her lips
You think it's confusing but we both know what it is
She gon shoot her shot but she don't miss
Everybody in the city throwing bricks
But we home so we do it our way
Little party with a little bit of risk

Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't tripping baby I'm just nasueus
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

Like leaves for the blossom
I'm popping out on everybody flossing
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

She with me so it can't be no problem
Found a bottle but we at the bottom
Drinking and forgetting what we said
Then we tripping out like Carrie off her meds

God damn we can't leave
Cos it's always a reason
To show out and to party with our demons
But we home so we do it our way
A lot of party going straight in off the deep end

Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't tripping baby I'm just nauseous
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

Like leaves for the blossom
I'm popping out on everybody flossing
I don't need no sleep just my baby with me
And a pocket full of Whatchumacallit

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