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Chris Crack – Heart Shaped Prescription Glasses lyrics
[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
Yeah bitch, your bitch was at the travel lodge, I promise
I’m having rap spasms, took the Southern
Comfort out your momma liquor cabinet
And don’t ask me, that shit still nasty
And how’d it shoot if it’s plastic
Caskets dropping, flopping never an option
Somebody stop me or help me find my car keys
Get out the room like marquis, I never ate the dark meat
Turn on the heater seats, sardines is what I’m smelling
And now she had to exit, and best wishes go to Katie and Kevin
Cause they made sure our stay was pleasant
I owe my body so many apologies
It’s nice to wake up with money calling
And no bitch nagging, I skipped sad as my wrist flash
She can’t get past it, and they looking kind of pissed off
Still trying to marry Semhar, I smacked his brim off
It’s cocked to the wrong side, red eye flights after a long night
Shit, oh we back to flexing, now it’s seeming like a nigga
Switch sides, what kind of grown man ask about your dick size
Which scot, I gotta keep that deep space nine
Trekking back to take they shine, you best apologies
I changed behavior, somebody save us
The Muhammads we craving, this ain’t Goliath or David
Coal in your stocking, finna put some miles on the pacer
No longer into dating, my ex, ruined that shit
People told me I was a fool for that shit
[Verse 2: Ugly Boy Modeling]
Who cut your grandmama grass? who got your mama her medicine?
Your daddy, your job, and that nigga on heroin
You’re breaking my heart acting like you don’t know narratives
You’re pissing me off, it’s as strong as asparagus
I saw that fat ass, I ain’t question your character
Forgiveness won’t be given, heart as cold as my predators
Let me cut, I’m the editor, see her in her draws
On top like a fucking pro wrestler
I beat it like it’s one of my competitors
We talking money bitch, don’t it register
I beat it like it’s one of my competitors
We talking money bitch, don’t it register
Ugh, baby don’t it register
Ugh, baby don’t it register
Yeah bitch, your bitch was at the travel lodge, I promise
I’m having rap spasms, took the Southern
Comfort out your momma liquor cabinet
And don’t ask me, that shit still nasty
And how’d it shoot if it’s plastic
Caskets dropping, flopping never an option
Somebody stop me or help me find my car keys
Get out the room like marquis, I never ate the dark meat
Turn on the heater seats, sardines is what I’m smelling
And now she had to exit, and best wishes go to Katie and Kevin
Cause they made sure our stay was pleasant
I owe my body so many apologies
It’s nice to wake up with money calling
And no bitch nagging, I skipped sad as my wrist flash
She can’t get past it, and they looking kind of pissed off
Still trying to marry Semhar, I smacked his brim off
It’s cocked to the wrong side, red eye flights after a long night
Shit, oh we back to flexing, now it’s seeming like a nigga
Switch sides, what kind of grown man ask about your dick size
Which scot, I gotta keep that deep space nine
Trekking back to take they shine, you best apologies
I changed behavior, somebody save us
The Muhammads we craving, this ain’t Goliath or David
Coal in your stocking, finna put some miles on the pacer
No longer into dating, my ex, ruined that shit
People told me I was a fool for that shit
[Verse 2: Ugly Boy Modeling]
Who cut your grandmama grass? who got your mama her medicine?
Your daddy, your job, and that nigga on heroin
You’re breaking my heart acting like you don’t know narratives
You’re pissing me off, it’s as strong as asparagus
I saw that fat ass, I ain’t question your character
Forgiveness won’t be given, heart as cold as my predators
Let me cut, I’m the editor, see her in her draws
On top like a fucking pro wrestler
I beat it like it’s one of my competitors
We talking money bitch, don’t it register
I beat it like it’s one of my competitors
We talking money bitch, don’t it register
Ugh, baby don’t it register
Ugh, baby don’t it register
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