Truffle (Paused)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:28 duration
๐ ID: 18188918
๐ Lyrics
(You got it, mag)
Forever alone
Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody
Or somethin' to happen to me
Man, it really don't matter, bro
If you talkin' down, man you better speak up
I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though
Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though
I'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's
Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone
I'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll
Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old
I'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old
Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold
Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino
I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes
But the way that I do it, man
They think I hack though (Think I hack, though)
Forever alone
Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
Forever alone
Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody
Or somethin' to happen to me
Man, it really don't matter, bro
If you talkin' down, man you better speak up
I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though
Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though
I'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's
Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone
I'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll
Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old
I'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old
Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold
Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino
I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes
But the way that I do it, man
They think I hack though (Think I hack, though)
Forever alone
Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.33] (You got it, mag)
[00:11.92] Forever alone
[00:13.12] Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
[00:16.38] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
[00:18.91] You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
[00:21.95] I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
[00:24.85] Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
[00:28.05] Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
[00:30.85] The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
[00:35.19] Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody
[00:37.32] Or somethin' to happen to me
[00:38.93] Man, it really don't matter, bro
[00:40.63] If you talkin' down, man you better speak up
[00:43.09] I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though
[00:46.23] Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though
[00:49.01] I'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's
[00:51.92] Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone
[00:54.94] I'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll
[00:57.88] Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old
[01:00.38] I'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old
[01:03.16] Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold
[01:06.10] Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino
[01:09.04] I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes
[01:11.98] But the way that I do it, man
[01:13.56] They think I hack though (Think I hack, though)
[01:19.29]
[01:44.15] Forever alone
[01:45.83] Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
[01:48.95] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
[01:51.45] You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
[01:54.51] I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
[01:57.27] Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
[02:00.48] Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
[02:03.21] The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
[02:06.39]
[00:11.92] Forever alone
[00:13.12] Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
[00:16.38] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
[00:18.91] You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
[00:21.95] I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
[00:24.85] Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
[00:28.05] Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
[00:30.85] The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
[00:35.19] Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody
[00:37.32] Or somethin' to happen to me
[00:38.93] Man, it really don't matter, bro
[00:40.63] If you talkin' down, man you better speak up
[00:43.09] I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though
[00:46.23] Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though
[00:49.01] I'ma take that bitch to Maccies, I ain't take a bitch to Domino's
[00:51.92] Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone
[00:54.94] I'm the best ting ever like a motherfuckin' cinnamon roll
[00:57.88] Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old
[01:00.38] I'ma talk my shit until I die, until I'm old
[01:03.16] Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold
[01:06.10] Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino
[01:09.04] I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes
[01:11.98] But the way that I do it, man
[01:13.56] They think I hack though (Think I hack, though)
[01:19.29]
[01:44.15] Forever alone
[01:45.83] Know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
[01:48.95] Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
[01:51.45] You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
[01:54.51] I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
[01:57.27] Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
[02:00.48] Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
[02:03.21] The only real one is the FurCoatGhost
[02:06.39]