video i found on twitter by Grape Milk Lyrics
[Intro]
This Nutrigrain bar is so good!
They got me like I'm alone- e- e-
[Chorus]
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off (off)
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough (cough)
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands (hands)
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck o- o- o- o- o- o-
[Verse]
Fuck! I gotta wash the dishes
I gotta sweep the floor and scrub the windows like dish it
I've got some levers in my brain, like activating switches
Cooking beats pretending I'm a star won't really fix it
The nuts and bolts are falling out, I can't breathe like I'm drowning
In our bullet points and lemonade and everybody's watching
I'm swimming in an ocean made of spiders, bats, and Percocets
I'm drilling towards the window of a tank I know is cracking
You and me, let's build a big-ass spaceship, go to Saturn
I can't stand it here with all these people making fun of me
I noticed it since first grade, I know that there's a pattern
It's wonderful how shitty it made how this place looks to me
I hate this beat at first but then I know it sounds like BMO
Sneaking out a 4AM, be riding on my skateboard
Maybe I forgive you, I'm just sick of being single
I know it's really hard tryna to friends with someone like me
[Chorus]
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off (off)
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough (cough)
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands (hands)
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
(Poppin' oof)
(Watch him cough)
(On his hands)
(He can fuck off)
This Nutrigrain bar is so good!
They got me like I'm alone- e- e-
[Chorus]
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off (off)
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough (cough)
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands (hands)
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck o- o- o- o- o- o-
[Verse]
Fuck! I gotta wash the dishes
I gotta sweep the floor and scrub the windows like dish it
I've got some levers in my brain, like activating switches
Cooking beats pretending I'm a star won't really fix it
The nuts and bolts are falling out, I can't breathe like I'm drowning
In our bullet points and lemonade and everybody's watching
I'm swimming in an ocean made of spiders, bats, and Percocets
I'm drilling towards the window of a tank I know is cracking
You and me, let's build a big-ass spaceship, go to Saturn
I can't stand it here with all these people making fun of me
I noticed it since first grade, I know that there's a pattern
It's wonderful how shitty it made how this place looks to me
I hate this beat at first but then I know it sounds like BMO
Sneaking out a 4AM, be riding on my skateboard
Maybe I forgive you, I'm just sick of being single
I know it's really hard tryna to friends with someone like me
[Chorus]
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
Do it again, do it again, poppin' off (off)
Doin' shit, doin' shit, watch him cough (cough)
Blood on his pants, on his shirt, on his hands (hands)
He's not cool enough for us so he can fuck off
(Poppin' oof)
(Watch him cough)
(On his hands)
(He can fuck off)