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C’mon my darling
C’mon my baby
C’mon my darling
C’mon my
Yeah

Popping it off in the summer
Chilling and **** in the fall
Whoop, y’all, whoop, Wiccy be backing them off
I’m out of a slumber
Them cigs and traffic tickets did a number on my soul y’all
I been drinking so much Captain Morgan
Let’s me steer that ship
Fingertips, fingers typing lightning like Darth Sidious

Whew that queer so intricate with it, I’m quite mysterious
Like hearing this in whispers from fortune tellers in hella mist
Bet that fortune teller heard my shit, then got in to it
Ooh ahh, I used to do roll calls
Now I roll call my own songs, Scott might go off, no pause
So sauce, fire like Taco Bell
Bertie got nugs and grams to sell
Colby would wake me up to get me out my citadel like

Slow that fuss down, it’s alright now
Slow that fuss down, it’s alright
Slow that fuss down, it’s alright
Now, yeah, yeah

C’mon my darling
C’mon my baby
C’mon my darling
C’mon my
Yeah

Poppin it off it the winter
Chilling and **** in the spring
There gonna think that I’m mean
Lalalala, Avada Kedavra all of these mother****ers
Spreading the negative karma, waving my wand
Riding on two headed llamas
What do you think? Wiccy could prolly be your newest kink
Wiccy’s a fan of the reggie, the stink
Wiccy was never a fan of the pink, gushy, sweet
That just leaves all the ladies to my team, what’ll it be?

Off with a wink and I’m off it again
Food on my plate from my pockets my friend
That’s that apple jam with that apple butter
Don’t touch it less you want to be losing a hand
Southern **** from a southern youngling
Eat southern grits, Nanaw watching
Looking down, talking up with God, saying “Bless his heart”
I’m Picasso flossing, Picasso flossing
Abstract thought that’ll launch me up like the wonka-vater
Comet crater crash on these *****
Just to top it off that’s my daisy dollop

Slow that fuss down, it’s alright now
Slow that fuss down, it’s alright
Slow that fuss down, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

C’mon my darling
C’mon my baby
C’mon my darling
C’mon my
Yeah

C’mon my darling
C’mon my baby
C’mon my darling
C’mon my
Yeah

Being on that couch meant my mind was going to be thriving
I remember when I almost broke that couch
On my twenty first birthday
Because I was dancing too hard to Rihanna”
I was high for like ninety-nine percent of the time
Super Smash Bros all day
I want to put it into words right now
Steve Hensley broke that couch and that shit’s on him
It was the first time that I was realizing
That this was my new home and family
Things have changed, things are still gonna change
People come and go but it doesn’t mean we’re not us
It doesn’t mean we’re not still a family
It was so comforting and just peaceful, thanks for that man

文本歌词

C’mon my darlingC’mon my babyC’mon my darlingC’mon myYeahPopping it off in the summerChilling and **** in the fallWhoop, y’all, whoop, Wiccy be backing them off I’m out of a slumberThem cigs and traffic tickets did a number on my soul y’allI been drinking so much Captain MorganLet’s me steer that shipFingertips, fingers typing lightning like Darth SidiousWhew that queer so intricate with it, I’m quite mysteriousLike hearing this in whispers from fortune tellers in hella mist Bet that fortune teller heard my shit, then got in to itOoh ahh, I used to do roll callsNow I roll call my own songs, Scott might go off, no pauseSo sauce, fire like Taco BellBertie got nugs and grams to sellColby would wake me up to get me out my citadel likeSlow that fuss down, it’s alright nowSlow that fuss down, it’s alrightSlow that fuss down, it’s alrightNow, yeah, yeahC’mon my darlingC’mon my babyC’mon my darlingC’mon myYeahPoppin it off it the winterChilling and **** in the springThere gonna think that I’m meanLalalala, Avada Kedavra all of these mother****ersSpreading the negative karma, waving my wandRiding on two headed llamasWhat do you think? Wiccy could prolly be your newest kinkWiccy’s a fan of the reggie, the stinkWiccy was never a fan of the pink, gushy, sweetThat just leaves all the ladies to my team, what’ll it be?Off with a wink and I’m off it againFood on my plate from my pockets my friendThat’s that apple jam with that apple butterDon’t touch it less you want to be losing a handSouthern **** from a southern younglingEat southern grits, Nanaw watchingLooking down, talking up with God, saying “Bless his heart”I’m Picasso flossing, Picasso flossingAbstract thought that’ll launch me up like the wonka-vaterComet crater crash on these ***** Just to top it off that’s my daisy dollopSlow that fuss down, it’s alright nowSlow that fuss down, it’s alrightSlow that fuss down, it’s alrightIt’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alrightC’mon my darlingC’mon my babyC’mon my darlingC’mon myYeahC’mon my darlingC’mon my babyC’mon my darlingC’mon myYeahBeing on that couch meant my mind was going to be thrivingI remember when I almost broke that couch On my twenty first birthdayBecause I was dancing too hard to Rihanna”I was high for like ninety-nine percent of the timeSuper Smash Bros all dayI want to put it into words right nowSteve Hensley broke that couch and that shit’s on himIt was the first time that I was realizing That this was my new home and familyThings have changed, things are still gonna changePeople come and go but it doesn’t mean we’re not usIt doesn’t mean we’re not still a familyIt was so comforting and just peaceful, thanks for that man

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