GARÇON Lyrics – BLEACHERS ONLY CHILD
Singer: BLEACHERS ONLY CHILD
Title: GARÇON
I swear to god that i mean it
But i ain’t been to church in a while
They callin’ it corny
They just can’t digest the art
But the sh#t that you droppin’ is vile
Bought a cardigan
Bad read, swipe the card again
Got a couple hundred miles ‘til i land
I do not keep the green on me
I am not sam
I have not reached my peak
You can call me the lamb
I’m gone
Knock knock, nobody home
We about to brawl vince vaughn
I ain’t garçon
Whip like spaceship sh#t chrome
Take a day trip, hit rome
I said b#tch i’m gone
Knock knock, nobody home
We about to brawl vince vaughn
I ain’t garçon
Whip like spaceship sh#t chrome
Take a day trip, hit rome
b#tch i’m gone
Hold on, baby lеt’s go
Hold on, baby let’s go
Hold on, baby let’s go
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, baby let’s go
Hold on, baby lеt’s go
Hold on, baby let’s go
Hold on, hold on
This is not a game
That you wanna play
Lemme take this lil’ break
While i roll a jay
And when i come back
I’ma use you as a ashtray
I’ma get my f#cking dogs betta stay away
And don’t you get twisted
I ain’t never really changed
I rather gain all my money
Than to gain some fame
I don’t wanna be in public
So y’all see my pain
Y’all don’t really even know me
But my f#cking name
If i’m being really honest
I need money in my pocket
Or my wallet
So that i can buy some gin & tonic
Or maybe get that brand new crib that my momma wanted
I’ma do f#cking faster than that n#gg# sonic
Take a mother f#cking picture
It’ll last longer
It’s getting too hot
Then get the f#ck up off the sauna
Tried to take a pause at life
But you don’t really wanna
You don’t really wanna f#ck with the front runners
Lil’ n#gg#
I’m gone
Knock knock, nobody home
We about to brawl vince vaughn
I ain’t garçon
Whip like spaceship sh#t chrome
Take a day trip, hit rome
I said b#tch i’m gone
Knock knock, nobody home
We about to brawl vince vaughn
I ain’t garçon
Whip like spaceship sh#t chrome
Take a day trip, hit rome
b#tch i’m gone
Uh
They shoulda never gave n#gg#s money
I got my boys in front row and they looking bummy
All this paper wrapped around me feeling like a mummy
Melvin headlock on the game
They ain’t see it coming
Ain’t nothing dry about this signal it’s in full effect
This white and yellow on my neck
Look like some scrambled eggs
Big dog i’ma play him, he a lil’ man
They said they walking down on us
Told ‘em break a leg
Can’t take none of these n#gg#s serious
I read the signs about ‘em
Too easy we make ‘em furious
They wish they coulda doubted
Come on, you can’t deny it
And if my n#gg#s crash, at least we was flying private
Stop crying, and i’m
Sliding out of the whip like i’m boogie man
Wassup
In and out of this b#tch
I’m whipping all lanes
Enough from these lil n#gg#s
Y’all paying advances huh
Getting f#cked in these deals n#gg#
Pull up ya pants and just
Sides on me, sides
Nah nah
Nobody home
Lil’ boy can’t handle smoke
But he puff one right to the dome
Tryna breathe, ya reek of envy ya wear it like it’s cologne
If i’m a b#tch, then i’m a dog
I’ma fetch me a f#ckin bone, looted
Hella green on me like they salute it
I taught ya girl all that she know, autumn an institution
Boy you fallin’, you fallin’, you fallin’
You fall and you ruin
Losing brain cells while spittin’
Man on my ma we goin’ stupid
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