CITRUS Lyrics

Hide my face inside my bag

Home, no place

And I woke up sad

End of the day

That's all you had

End of the day

That's all you had

Hide my face inside my bag

Home, no place

And I woke up sad

End of the day

That's all you had

End of the day

That's all you had

No face

No name

No shame

You came along

When I was down on my luck

Down on my luck

When I see you

Around the town

I found that you're down on your luck

Down on your luck

Oh oh oh oh

Hide my face inside my bag

Home, no place

And I woke up sad

End of the day

That's all you had

End of the day

That's all you had

Hide my face inside my bag

Home, no place

And I woke up sad

End of the day

That's all you had

End of the day

That's all you had

Ayo

I came in this bitch

And I'm still getting better

Made a name in this bitch

And I made my cheddar

In a lane in this shit

And I swerve no effort

No lame

No bitch

Don't fold

No pressure

I am with my crew man

I'm with the gang fool

You know what it do man

You know what it do man

Teach you a lesson

Call me professor

Spicy hot

That lemon pepper

Caught you lying

Witches in the dresser

That's extra

Like yes sir

You know what it do man

I already told you

Feeling super blue man

Yeah that's my hue man

Who am I?

Who am I?

Don't remind me

Time in time

But this time it's unlikely

To be invested

Weed and stress is deciding

My time isn't meant to be the best

Declining

Turn myself into a mortal man

A portal lands

Opens up on the fourth story and

Handed me a chore list

And recorder man

So I exported myself

Out the window

Forth floor

And painted the floor plan

Now I'm coursing corpsless through the orbit

Enormous and gorgeous

This time no ignoring

White lights in the nights

And closed my eyes at like 6 in the morning

No weight

As I wait to be taken to Satan

It's not what you make it

I gave into cravings

I tried to erase them

And blaze them

And hate them

I made up my mind

And I changed it

And I'm moving out

And I might go south

And I might go west I guess

Fuck

I might stay here

Plan never clear

Close my eyes

And watch me steer

Psychotic slips

With some beer

We some chaos

Crazy at the seance

Yeah yeah

Inspired by the Flower Boy

Paid by the hour boy

Coward pushing power boy

Play them from a tower boy

I cook them like a flour boy

How you gon' talk like a rat?

How you gon' talk to the feds?

How you gon' talk to the shmeds?

Look at my clothes

Do it big

Do it better

Look at my cheddar

Got enough

Change the weather

Look at my clothes

Do it big

Do it better

Look at my cheddar

Got enough

Change the weather

Look at my clothes

Do it big

Do it better

Look at my cheddar

Got enough

Change the weather

Look at my clothes

Do it big

Do it better

Look at my cheddar

Got enough

Change the weather

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Ok ok