zooted.. Lyrics

Back on this house shit

Matthew's flooring it

This scene boutta be a mosh pit

Called it, we never miss 마치 Peach Pit

Came out of nowhere like the Golden Misfits motherfucker

Yeah I'm talking bout you fucker

얘넨 절대 안된다고 했던 motherfucker

앨범 들어보라 했을때 존나 꺼져

라고 했던 새끼들까지 전부 다 같이 더해서

Round em up

Round em up

Pour in the concrete fill em up

"Oh boys please spare my son

He's never even gotten his dick sucked"

Well I guess he fits the part

Frozen in a slab and dead as fuck (Han Solo)

It's up to his waist he's clamming up

Last time buddy smile you're on camera (smile!)

Oh wait Matty's asking me something

His name? Oh um... it's Larry

These fuckers lookin at me in a very strange way

Uh oh they're grabbing my head, their eyes all red

And telling me Larry's imaginary like my marriage or Paris-bound tickets

Am I dizzy? Oh very.

Allegedly ladder anxiety is getting the better of me

Oh shit 선배 do I need a goddamn lobotomy

And the Europe tour's nonexistent

And I'm still grinding on League of Legends

And my dream's to be a Walmart Eminem

So fuck everyone all I see are haters

Ain't big enough to have haters (nope)

Ain't cool enough to get judged (Ruth Bader)

Ginsberg howling at the moon

best my of my generation can't use it

too fuckin zooted

Send me to the forest imma forage

Gimme whatcha got and i can keep it in my storage room

I ain't make no baby cuz my baby prehistoric like

She on BC

She wanna be with me

No (w)rapper

But she make me wanna speak faster

Imma floor it to the pastor like

with this music shit im a master

God said y'all should listen to me

I got so much shit to preach

Drag me to Salt Lake City (Utah)

Can't thrive there

But I'd survive there

Ay b! d.d. like a designated driver (vroom vroom!)

Uber till the sun comes up

Not yummy

Super bad bitch thumbs up

We stunning like a blooper

Kinda funny

What the fuck is wrong with me?

My tummy (Crohn's & IBS)

Drink cranberry juice so I taste good

Not so i don't drink alcohol

I'll drink, yeah probably more than i should

But Imma need a blow if Imma bounce off the walls

Phone dead?

That's sad

Wanna hate me?

Go ahead

All it takes is a little bit of willpower

To stop stinking, hop in the shower

Ain't big enough to have haters (nope)

Ain't cool enough to get judged (Ruth Bader)

Ginsberg howling at the moon

Best my of my generation can't use it

Too fuckin zooted

Fell into jersey and baltimore

From england i'm a homegrown whore

Lazy worker, i don't try hard

But i get on the mic to spit some bars

Fuck y'all talking bout with haters

Chief incels call em masturbaters

Crying bout rhyming orange n porridge

Fuckers like reef only four foot four

We got beef like a four for four

Hit a four loko when we go on tour

Never had to try a day in my life

Check out the texts from me to your wife

Naturally smart naturally hot

Y'all hate me for the stuff that you're not

Odd to look at, man kinda crooked

Emphasize weird syllables and you're hook-ed

(Bitch I'm Irish I'm high on luck

all my haters… agh)

Bitch I'm Irish I'm high on luck

All my haters I've already fucked

Love to say more but I gotta go

Hook up with your ma, your sister, your ho

Ain't big enough to have haters (nope)

Ain't cool enough to get judged (Ruth Bader)

Ginsberg howling at the moon

Best my of my generation can't use it

Too fuckin zooted

Tossing and turning, you're physically boring (snore)

I'm falling asleep to the sound of your droning (blah blah blah)

Aggressively snoring, don't care that you know it

I'm trying to leave but you won't let me run it

Run down, sun down, run until I break down

Can't stand to listen to bad takes and breakdowns

Brick break, sun baked, parent's made a mistake

Birthing a boy with a mouth like a V8 (vrooom)

???, bad take, you need to restate

Mommy never told you really aint that great

Restart, Imma need a reason to hit carts

Pop star, Imma need a reason to go far

Robb Stark, royal and loyal and ready for turmoil,

and plotting for wins to be common like soil

Vile, swimming in the Nile,

Winning and winning like the boys in denial

Some people say I'm fake

But I'm baked and caked up

Ass fat yeah I throw that shit back

Everyone wanna see my ass crack

Give that shit a smack

You wanna snack that smiles back? (Goldfish)

Squat two plates bet you forsaken me

Baking with me shake it for me

Placate your needs on a Sunday

I guess I'll ride to you on the subway

Ain't big enough to have haters (nope)

Ain't cool enough to get judged (Ruth bader)

Ginsberg howling at the moon

Best my of my generation can't use it

Too fuckin zooted