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I'm chilling on a hammock
Shit-faced way up in the fucking sky
I'm rolling up that loud blunt
Take my hand, girl we fly tonight
Oh, that 18th birthday take me back
I sold my soul, I killed myself
I cannot die and I never will
My bod's cursed under that spell
But I love the way your kisses feel upon me
And every time I walk away
Your love it haunts me
One, two, Buckle my shoe
Three, four, done fucked them hoes
Five, six, she sucked my dick
Seven, eight, that shit felt great
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
And so were her panties
When that London bridge it fell
It ended you and me for real
Girl I even miss you smell
Oh, every day it seems so real
Girl I need you, I need you
Them movie nights they got me through
I need you, I need you
What's Halloween without you boo
One, two, Buckle my shoe
Three, four, done fucked them hoes
Five, six, she sucked my dick
Seven, eight, that shit felt great
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
And so were her panties
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand
And dragged me head first, fearless
And I don't know how
With you every time I danced
In a storm with your best dress, fearless
I love it when these fake bitches
Hate all behind my back
At least before you worked out
You had some tits and a little ass
Now you ain't got notta
Bitch you gotta stop
You look just like a Llama
You got DUIs you slopa
I'm a wanna be Fetty Wap
Okay, bitch
That why you can't even take a dick
Nobody wants that wack ass shit
That's why all you got is your dog dumb bitch
I'm so happy I'm not you
So insecure
And so pathetic, boo whoa-hoo
One, two, Buckle my shoe
Three, four, done fucked them hoes
Five, six, she sucked my dick
Seven, eight, that shit felt great
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
And so were her panties
Nowadays, I got grown men
Worried about just what I do
Like why the fuck do you even care
I do me so you do you
I got you feeling all type of ways
Honestly bro that sounds real gay
All stressed out just typing away
Sharing your feelings all about me
And I know you got nothing to do
Better with your personal life
I know that you work bro
Super cool and super nice
Honestly bro, think about your life
How the fuck you going to tell me
What's wrong, and what's right?
I never did you wrong not once not twice
So why are you ever worried about my life?
Yea, you live at your parents old house
But your pretty dope
I've never met a dude that runs his mouth
About another dude
That boring ass life is all you will ever do
What the fuck do you even have to live for dude?
I'm following my dreams, so fuck you too
When I follow them bitches 'til the day they come true
I bet your booty hole is feeling sore
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Writer(s): Jamal Jones, Stacy Ferguson, Mike Hartnett, Sean Garrett, Stephen M Kupka, Emilio Castillo, John David Garibaldi
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