Bubby's Cream Lyrics

'Cause you were in for the penny

And I was in for the pound

We split a fifth of that Henny

I'm talking sober shit now

But then this isn't confession

Am I acting the child?

I'm saying prayers and hanging outcha

We haven't talked in a while

Well that's a lie I've been talking

You just didn't reply

You're just not that into it

But that won't satisfy

I've got to pick apart the fifty different ways that you hate me

All 'cause I got left on the shelf

But me and you were never more than a daydream

Maybe I just hate myself

Nah fuck that

'Cause all the signs were present

And all the looks checked out

And we'd been smitten since seven

I had the numbers to dial

Even acted the gentlemen

Kiss goodbye and a smile

Told me that you hadn't been in love in a while

So where did I mess up?

Did I come on too strong?

Was that an x too many?

Did we make love too long?

Did I write your name too many times

Throughout these songs?

I feel l'm fallin' at fault for these failures

I liked it better when we were strangers

You're not about to grip the bat until I make it to majors

There's no room at your inn

So for now can we fuck in the manger?

So for now can we fuck in the manger?

So for now let's fuck in the manger

I'm less of a wise man

More of a prodigal son

Follow anything that glitters

Spent my gold on a gun

Hold up the Grammys for gramophones

Hope mam don't come

To see her son on the stage

I'm laying waste to the funds

That's been invested in me since

I smashed the skin of them drums

Or begged for MPCs

To beat my eardrums numb

Request those burnt CDs

Or cash to skin them blunts

And lie like late night walks were used to clear these lungs

Hacktoo

But if I made it on the tele would we work out?

And if I gave up the deli and start to work out

If I finally start this essay and up the word count

Graduate with honours would you still think I'm a burn out?

If I made it on the tele would we work out?

And if I gave up the deli and start to work out

If I finally start this essay and up the word count

Graduate with honours would you still think I'm a burn out?

Who knows?

That's how it goes, right?

Who knows, is how it goes right

Who knows how this shit goes, right?

Who knows?

That's how it goes, right?

Who knows, is how it goes right

Who knows how this shit goes, right?

Who knows?

That's how it goes, right?

Who knows, is how it goes right

Who knows how this shit goes right?

'Kevin, are you decent?'

'Yeah'

'Do you have a hairbrush?'

'Nah'

'Say yes, please'

'I don't have one'

Fuck… I thought you were going to a party, boy?

'I am'

'You're so bold. What time does this party start at?'

'Leaving in like fifteen minutes, starts at ten'

'Oh, good job'

'Thanks bud'

'Lemme know if you see a hairbrush'

'Yeah'