"34.0522° N" lyrics
So 80 can you really spit? That's a question for your girl who really likes this shit, that's a question for the world meanwhile you cry in it, as the depression swallows whole your life and pride with it
Swear I could die with this, no Clinton I ain't lyin bitch, grab your Lewinski and Epstein, and get clean, before the 1% blast you within a jet stream, I'm in La what a place to get re-reflecting, I feel like jimmy and Carl before they met sheen
The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen, I hear relenting, among my brothers, siblings sisters becoming mothers, say it won't happen to them until they become the others, I'm in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my fucking cupboard, this ain't religion, call me different or call me Hubbard, it ain't the summer, working weekends a fucking bummer, might get her number, fuck her later but never love her, I'll never cuff her
Probably cause I could never trust her, she know I'm lying, cause she know she can find another, I ain't no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard, the strength I muster, muster the strength, they said I'm always only singing, I come for they heads, they said it's bars I'm only bringing, find comfort in this, they say I'm harder than some gingerbread left by the sink, I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink
Swear I could die with this, no Clinton I ain't lyin bitch, grab your Lewinski and Epstein, and get clean, before the 1% blast you within a jet stream, I'm in La what a place to get re-reflecting, I feel like jimmy and Carl before they met sheen
The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen, I hear relenting, among my brothers, siblings sisters becoming mothers, say it won't happen to them until they become the others, I'm in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my fucking cupboard, this ain't religion, call me different or call me Hubbard, it ain't the summer, working weekends a fucking bummer, might get her number, fuck her later but never love her, I'll never cuff her
Probably cause I could never trust her, she know I'm lying, cause she know she can find another, I ain't no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard, the strength I muster, muster the strength, they said I'm always only singing, I come for they heads, they said it's bars I'm only bringing, find comfort in this, they say I'm harder than some gingerbread left by the sink, I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink
Writer(s): Nathan Oddoye
