homo (gayer mix) ft. Haben Godefa Lyrics

Thislandis

I was feeling bad so I went and got my bag up

Now I got my bag up, people wanna grab, huh?

Funny how things work, funny how things change

Just last week they said I was chump change

Why do people always swear up and down that they've changed

But it's 2023 and they still act the same

Find me in the back, never know that I'm there

Guess you could say I'm out of range

Everybody loves to speak on what they don't know

Fuck writers block, call me Edgar Allan Poe

Wish I had a dollar every time I'm called a homo

I just made a hit and it just made you mad, bruh

Everybody loves to speak on what they don't know

Fuck writers block, call me Edgar Allan Poe

Wish I had a dollar every time I'm called a homo

I just made a hit and it just made you mad, bruh

Summertime took a slice out the peach

You brought sangria to the beach

The waters cold on our feet

Our bodies provide the heat

Diving in and out that good

Life jacket strapped, can't get splinters on the wood

Gotta keep it lowkey when I'm in my hood

But on your side of town I'm out like I've been out since I popped out of coochie

Look what you do to me

Had me sprung like a groupie

You calm my tempura not no sushi

Still I kept it G like Gucci

Counting up this blue cheese, diamonds in my mood ring

Albert Pujols with the mood swings

Got a new boy and we finna make a movie

Mad cause I'm homo, well, you should go and sue me

Wish I had a bag for every time I got called a fag (God, I'd be rich)

Wish I had a man for every time I needed a hand (Job)

Everybody loves to speak on what they don't know

Fuck writers block, call me Edgar Allan Poe

Wish I had a dollar every time I'm called a homo

I just made a hit and it just made you mad, bruh

Everybody loves to speak on what they don't know

Fuck writers block, call me Edgar Allan Poe

Wish I had a dollar every time I'm called a homo (homo)

I just made a hit and it just made you mad, bruh (mad, bruh)

(Ha, ha, ha)