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Enter Ozu
05:13
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2. |
Railtracer
05:54
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3. |
Sweat Crystal
03:30
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I just want my dogs to be proud of me
I just want my dogs to be proud of me
I just want the time to get this shit right overnight
Ain't no checkpoint, don't forget to hit save
Body count so high stack 'em up
So you set your sights so high stack 'em up
Watch it all fall to the ground
Aspirations earthbound and your dreams in disguise
Both my hands they always go against me
Both my legs you think they'd wanna end me
Both my parents it took for me to breast feed (strange)
I'm not crazy
Throw me on the ground pick me back up
Now I'm crazy
You could fry an egg on my back call me Frasier
Test me with a landfill, I'll hit you with a glacier (bang)
I'm a little tadpole egg
I'm a tadpole with legs
Soon I'll be a full-grown toad
Keep your eyes on the road
Don't run me over
Don't run me over
Don't run me over
This isn't over
Wake up in a cold sweat
Crystal clear
Why would anybody put a hook right here?
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Lookin at me in the eye
Messing with my thermostat
That's a felony right? (What do you mean that's not illegal?)
Welcome to my house
Take your shoes off please
That's a felony right?
(Bob)
Back in the meth lab with Andrew Yang
Plotting how we bouta push the button and fuck up the game
Meanwhile had a threesome with Hilary Swank
Honest mistake,
But wildest encounter on the back page
I was huffin the cane
It was biggest of brations
I’m being abrasive
Scene in a party full of demons
and they’ve all got some status
so I’m hopping to the Honda, lemme whip out the magic,
we gon really get it crackin
Don’t start me
Got the yopper on my body
And I’m lovin’ how she moving, but she not into the boy
so these incel thoughts surrounding
MOVE
fellas, please, pardon me, It’s a felony
If I shoot up the party
Don't kill the homies
Look at me dead in the
Eye contact is mad important
Look at me dead in the
I can't fuck with you
You don't even got the thumper
Trespass
Intruder
Gated
Tower
Rising
Falling
Wake up
Shower
Crouching
Tiger
Hidden
Machine
Mental Sewage
Dental Hygiene
Beat the tree up for the sap
Hit the cave without a map
Chop it, too late, hit save
Don't open up the
Safe here all by myself
Leave that shit up on the shelf
Don't look, Don't look, Don't look
Don't look down, Don't look back
Every day I waste away trying my best to play
Stupid Drums
Look at me dead in the
Eye contact is mad important
Look at me dead in the
I don't want to see your new drumset at all
Bitch,
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Every daddy is a doggy and your junk spunk must pump offspring
I'm either barkin up the wrong tree
or you're about to see my anatomy
I'm either ovulatin or miscalculatin
let's corroborate a little penetration (uh)
gotta thick niche, I'm a thicc bish
tryna let you get up in it
gimme a paw, sit down, speak,
gimme a sniff up in this heat
no stripes like that since Reagan
no rockets, spaceships, takin me to parks and Sunday picnics,
with my handkerchief and mittens
let me play fetch and forget it
let me be your bish this minute
I make your heart fall in love-uh
I make your bubble bath bubb-le
I will be into that
I can do hella math
even though I just a pup
I'm like "rough"
you're like "bish back up"
I'm like "damn"
you're like "sit back down"
I'm like "what"
You're like "you know what"
oh...
Every daddy is a doggy and your junk spunk must pump offspring
I'm either barkin up the wrong tree
or you're about to see my anatomy
JUNK SPUNK MUST PUMP
I am a beast, kibble i feast, miss me with that fucking treat
Can’t hold me down, boys are in town, I don’t need no fucking leash
Pet me on my inner thigh while I’m looking at you so sweet
Tryna child support me...
All my bitches still in heat
I make my bubble bath bubb-le
Eat cushion and i get in troub-le
I don’t need no skinny miniature poodle i like my mutts thick and more loveable
Already got mad bitches that do arithme-tick
Ain’t got limes disease yet and no … that ain’t no trick
I’m like “Ruff”
You’re like “hey! its me”
I’m like “what”
You’re like “From the park?”
I’m like “what”
You’re like “you sniffed my butt”
oh…
Nuttin'
Every daddy is a doggy and your junk spunk must pump offspring
I'm either barkin up the wrong tree
or you're about to see my anatomy
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6. |
Thotbreaker OST
02:50
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7. |
Oozy Locksmith's Theme
03:54
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9. |
Origin Story
04:15
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