Rudy Tabootie
๐ต 1466 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:41 duration
๐ ID: 4020220
๐ Lyrics
Don't ask why 20 kilos in my pocket
Service animal, my dogs with me in the market
Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket
Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North
Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport
We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm
The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm)
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write
I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
I'm exempt from the patdown
I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down
At a formal party dressed like a class clown
My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown
Let down by those that I love
I was left out by those that I trust
Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough
5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh)
Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down
I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm)
24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt
I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo)
I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
Service animal, my dogs with me in the market
Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket
Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North
Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport
We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm
The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm)
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write
I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
I'm exempt from the patdown
I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down
At a formal party dressed like a class clown
My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown
Let down by those that I love
I was left out by those that I trust
Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough
5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh)
Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down
I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm)
24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt
I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo)
I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.82] Don't ask why 20 kilos in my pocket
[00:17.56] Service animal, my dogs with me in the market
[00:21.07] Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
[00:24.41] Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket
[00:27.96] Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North
[00:31.45] Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport
[00:34.84] We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm
[00:37.99] The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm)
[00:42.05] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write
[00:45.19] I can turn every word to real life
[00:48.32] I just poured two zips on the flight
[00:52.15] I hope I can make all my wrongs right
[00:55.58] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
[00:59.05] I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
[01:02.44] I just poured two zips on the flight
[01:06.03] I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
[01:09.79] I'm exempt from the patdown
[01:12.26] I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down
[01:15.66] At a formal party dressed like a class clown
[01:19.17] My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown
[01:23.63] Let down by those that I love
[01:26.72] I was left out by those that I trust
[01:29.81] Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough
[01:33.54] 5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh)
[01:37.67] Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down
[01:41.42] I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm)
[01:45.13] 24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt
[01:48.33] I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo)
[01:55.32] I can turn every word to real life
[01:58.58] I just poured two zips on the flight
[02:02.02] I hope I can make all my wrongs right
[02:05.73] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
[02:08.83] I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
[02:12.69] I just poured two zips on the flight
[02:15.85] I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
[02:19.99]
[00:17.56] Service animal, my dogs with me in the market
[00:21.07] Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
[00:24.41] Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket
[00:27.96] Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North
[00:31.45] Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport
[00:34.84] We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm
[00:37.99] The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm)
[00:42.05] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write
[00:45.19] I can turn every word to real life
[00:48.32] I just poured two zips on the flight
[00:52.15] I hope I can make all my wrongs right
[00:55.58] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
[00:59.05] I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
[01:02.44] I just poured two zips on the flight
[01:06.03] I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
[01:09.79] I'm exempt from the patdown
[01:12.26] I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down
[01:15.66] At a formal party dressed like a class clown
[01:19.17] My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown
[01:23.63] Let down by those that I love
[01:26.72] I was left out by those that I trust
[01:29.81] Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough
[01:33.54] 5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh)
[01:37.67] Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down
[01:41.42] I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm)
[01:45.13] 24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt
[01:48.33] I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo)
[01:55.32] I can turn every word to real life
[01:58.58] I just poured two zips on the flight
[02:02.02] I hope I can make all my wrongs right
[02:05.73] I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
[02:08.83] I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
[02:12.69] I just poured two zips on the flight
[02:15.85] I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)
[02:19.99]