Pickmeup by VHS Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jorge Vidrio]
I said what you mean, I don't drink promethazine
I don't wear my face as mean as I did as a teen
17, 16, 15 were the the worst years
Fuck it
Been having doubts since I heard Thriller
Dancing ever since from a grave to a pig pen
Roll my heels up
Roll the, roll the wheels up
Cracking over peels, uh
Bending for some steel, bruh
You got plenty of problems to wile out without asking, B
You gon' end up six feet under
Feel my thunder from a cheap piece of plastic with no cover and casket leak
I don't remember asking you for your chatter
And keep your mouth plastered
Sealed up and throw away the key
Stuff you with a apple , slow roasted stupid asshole
Comatose crudely castled, far away inside your being
That's the last straw I'm ready to head back home
It's been so long I bet though
They've forgotten all about me
[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Baby, can you pick me up? My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles, and ready to die
Can you pick me up? y hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh
Can you pick me up?
My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles
And ready to die
Can you pick me up
My hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh, uh
[Verse 2: Franklin]
Laying waste to my grace, tryna keep em at bay
Keeping weight just in case, it's all part of display
When it's laced everyday, I guess it's part of decay
Better watch what you say, or I might okay my forte
Key lock what I keep locked, not an amateur
Heat shock no knees knock, keep cardstock on the banner
Aesop, now please stop, now please stop with the banter
Panhandle like Kendall she cha-cha with your man now
Put your hand down
[Verse 3: renzo]
Praised for what I am, praise God for opportunities
With unity, but all I really wanted was a Cuban link
Or you and me, love me for attention
Not to mention that I’m filled with greed
Hate me cause you ain’t me
But forget that I'm fake like everybody thinks what i be
Fall at the seams, then kill myself on E!TV
Maybe then, all the people gon’ care about me
But for now, I cope and act with some decency, uh
[Verse 4: Franklin]
I keep what I'm sleeping on
A secret till the meaning's gone
And beat till the meat is raw
I'm now bourgeois, but still fuck the law
(Yeah) Licks are the habit, niggas wish they had half it
Holes in a jacket, throw it and wrap it in granite
Feeling manic, cut the air from room of panic and I'm banning fanatics
Yeah, i gotta admit that I'm running sporadic
My mind's on a different fucking planet
Do shit that I don't even realize
Moved blocks and I ran it
[Verse 5: renzo]
Cheap fucks who go bandit, on my ass they go rampant
Quit typing out ya testimonies, y'all should just vanish
You should type out your eulogies
Instead of coppin’ bougie things
Before you know it, you gon’ be buried under a different green
I am the scene, box office hit off of the movie screen
Like Paula Deen, cookin with the
Wri-wri-wri-wri-wrist motion
Bitch, I’m clear coastin
I'm the new shonen and I’m free loadin'
Watch me growin', bitch I'm growin'
[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Baby, can you pick me up? My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles, and ready to die
Can you pick me up? y hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh
Can you pick me up?
My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles
And ready to die
Can you pick me up
My hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh, uh
I said what you mean, I don't drink promethazine
I don't wear my face as mean as I did as a teen
17, 16, 15 were the the worst years
Fuck it
Been having doubts since I heard Thriller
Dancing ever since from a grave to a pig pen
Roll my heels up
Roll the, roll the wheels up
Cracking over peels, uh
Bending for some steel, bruh
You got plenty of problems to wile out without asking, B
You gon' end up six feet under
Feel my thunder from a cheap piece of plastic with no cover and casket leak
I don't remember asking you for your chatter
And keep your mouth plastered
Sealed up and throw away the key
Stuff you with a apple , slow roasted stupid asshole
Comatose crudely castled, far away inside your being
That's the last straw I'm ready to head back home
It's been so long I bet though
They've forgotten all about me
[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Baby, can you pick me up? My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles, and ready to die
Can you pick me up? y hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh
Can you pick me up?
My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles
And ready to die
Can you pick me up
My hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh, uh
[Verse 2: Franklin]
Laying waste to my grace, tryna keep em at bay
Keeping weight just in case, it's all part of display
When it's laced everyday, I guess it's part of decay
Better watch what you say, or I might okay my forte
Key lock what I keep locked, not an amateur
Heat shock no knees knock, keep cardstock on the banner
Aesop, now please stop, now please stop with the banter
Panhandle like Kendall she cha-cha with your man now
Put your hand down
[Verse 3: renzo]
Praised for what I am, praise God for opportunities
With unity, but all I really wanted was a Cuban link
Or you and me, love me for attention
Not to mention that I’m filled with greed
Hate me cause you ain’t me
But forget that I'm fake like everybody thinks what i be
Fall at the seams, then kill myself on E!TV
Maybe then, all the people gon’ care about me
But for now, I cope and act with some decency, uh
[Verse 4: Franklin]
I keep what I'm sleeping on
A secret till the meaning's gone
And beat till the meat is raw
I'm now bourgeois, but still fuck the law
(Yeah) Licks are the habit, niggas wish they had half it
Holes in a jacket, throw it and wrap it in granite
Feeling manic, cut the air from room of panic and I'm banning fanatics
Yeah, i gotta admit that I'm running sporadic
My mind's on a different fucking planet
Do shit that I don't even realize
Moved blocks and I ran it
[Verse 5: renzo]
Cheap fucks who go bandit, on my ass they go rampant
Quit typing out ya testimonies, y'all should just vanish
You should type out your eulogies
Instead of coppin’ bougie things
Before you know it, you gon’ be buried under a different green
I am the scene, box office hit off of the movie screen
Like Paula Deen, cookin with the
Wri-wri-wri-wri-wrist motion
Bitch, I’m clear coastin
I'm the new shonen and I’m free loadin'
Watch me growin', bitch I'm growin'
[Chorus: Jorge Vidrio]
Baby, can you pick me up? My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles, and ready to die
Can you pick me up? y hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh
Can you pick me up?
My feet are on fire
Been walking for miles
And ready to die
Can you pick me up
My hands are on fire
They stretch out for miles
And coil round your thigh, uh