tracers Lyrics

I feel kinda jaded, can't make a song 'cause I instantly hate it

I need a baptist, I post no photos, I'd make you feel catfished

This is no hype track, this is a ballad

I'm on the back end tossing her salad

In the rearview mirror you see a ghost

She looks there as well and it makes her float

My girl can't keep it in

When we go in like the first track off Vespertine

Dick so good her phone's face recognition failed

And she forgot her password as well

I bash myself for spitting like this

I bash myself for not making hits

I bash myself to oblivion when I could've been in Skyrim

I feel kinda jaded, can't make a song 'cause I instantly hate it

I need to do this, make her wet then click on heads like pow pow pow pow pow

I'm getting a nose-ring, I know I'm hot, don't know how to expose it

But I wanna own it, lose myself in it, love my impulses, ask others for they permit

Yeah

This is no hype track, this is a ballad

It's like the tracers when tripping off acid

This is no hype track, this is a ballad

It's like the tracers when tripping off acid

A bare minimum, but still enough for a ticket to delirium