Lyrics BLEACHERS ONLY CHILD – GARÇON

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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