The Dean's List The Toast (Interlude) текст песни, слова песни The Toast (Interlude) The Dean's List
The Dean's List - The Toast (Interlude)
Lights on the screen, still ain't got the fame
Be different; told 'em I don't like Jesus christ now
Every single song has at least one dislike or more
Fuck it we're the best in the state
I don't got friends besides the bitches that I date
Sun dipping in the flame I see the blue man coming
Running out of lines I keep the same ones bumping and I
I keep a low key, keep the liquor on deck and the haters off me
It's mutual, I gotta prove to you
That I don't care about a stage when I'm used to falling
Down, where the crown for the losers at
I'm a wear it like a snap-back blue duke hat
But the devil is never ahead, get back
Maybe if I smoke some more I'll get that
She's cute, but she don't like straight edge dudes
So I put a little coke in my koolaid too
Now my eyelids are turning into violets
And all I see are vibrant colors through my iris
Green is what I like, it reminds me of the irish
And all they like is gold; exactly what I like shit
Sitting on my dreamline, waiting for the right time
I don't got a job, I just sit at home in my mind
I'm already a hero, my momma's yelling baby
It really paid off after driving me crazy
Am I crazy for the shit that I just won't do
No I will not take you out if you have a cur-SHUTUP MAN, YO THATS ENOUGH
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