Michael Motorcycle - Buh
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I couldn't (Oh shit, hold on)
I couldn't tell you all of the things
Before you caved my head in
Right against the concrete, floor
Tasting just like asphalt
It was getting chilly, outside
We were shootin' baskets
I was like sixth grade
One morning, you told me how you really feel
Show me how you really feel
Dicks are only funny, when they're small
Like yours, I hate yours
Faces, pretty funny
When you're all, completely fucked up
Maybe I’m a dummy
I wish I had to cope with losing, still
But now I'm doing (?...), 'cause it's coming back to (fuck, tahaha,) to haunt me
I left my highs with this game, the people, I don't like this game
{Outro}
Fuck I-I'm yeah, this one's- Buhh
I couldn't tell you all of the things
Before you caved my head in
Right against the concrete, floor
Tasting just like asphalt
It was getting chilly, outside
We were shootin' baskets
I was like sixth grade
One morning, you told me how you really feel
Show me how you really feel
Dicks are only funny, when they're small
Like yours, I hate yours
Faces, pretty funny
When you're all, completely fucked up
Maybe I’m a dummy
I wish I had to cope with losing, still
But now I'm doing (?...), 'cause it's coming back to (fuck, tahaha,) to haunt me
I left my highs with this game, the people, I don't like this game
{Outro}
Fuck I-I'm yeah, this one's- Buhh
