I made this song to embarrass myself (Lyrics)

I’m at the point in my life where I’m just saying fuck it constantly 

I hated my surroundings so I moved away from it peace 

But I find myself going back to the same surroundings 

And it’s not because they ever had anything of value to give me 

Now that I think about it, they probably think the same things about me 

We’re going different directions but keep moving parallel you see

We were never different just the product of our surroundings 

But can’t see eye to eye cause you could never fix me 

If I could control everyone’s thoughts and actions 

I’d do to prove to me it wasn’t worth it

Life is supposed to be random not unimprefect

So having it wouldn’t bring much joy to me 

I’m also nervous, I’ve never cried or felt choked up when someone’s hurting 

I’ve watched my whole family cry over our dog that had just died 

And all I was doing was painting pictures in my mind 

Not of what you think, I was in a different place 

Seeing myself up on the stage surrounded by a hundred-thousand faces 

That’s probably why they think I’m cold 

But I’m scared growing old and realizing that I’m broke 

And I’m not talking about money 

I don’t think there’s a good outro, Cause this a fucked up flow 

I at least hope you think it’s funny

I Made This Song Just To Embarass Myself

Slap her butt with permission (Lyrics)

Pineapple pizza bitch, pineapple pizza 

I like pineapple on my pizza, huh

You’re not giving me good vibes man 

Huh yes, Sir I’m back in my bag 

That mean I’m counting mucho money so I keep it up in stacks 

I slap her ass, With permission

She love I got racks, I like hers too 

She a cutie so I bought her a bag 

It was thrifted, Because I be in my bag 

Money grubbing, Getting bucks, I take the risk ain’t that bad 

I probably never go to prison, Cause I always be suspicious 

I love the way the money flutter, When I’m slapping it on bitches 

I beat her pussy up like it was my mission 

Superstitious Pisces so I take her to the kitchen 

Feed her ass a plan b, and she say it’s so delicious 

I’m in my bag, don’t forget I can’t afford no little children 

Ay yuh, I get my money from the drugs 

I get my drugs from the plug, and his name is shut the fuck up don’t say it 

If I leaked his name, he’d have to get to the spraying 

put my name on 40 shell, and send me to vacation 

It was nice, it really was

Slap Her Butt With Permission

Just a trip to the market (Lyrics)


I wear glasses just like Arthur so I know he see the fist 

Yeah I probabaly did it, so I’m just gon plead the fifth 

I was bouta dick her down, then all I smelt was fish 

I don’t even fuck wit you boy, get up out my whip 

I take a trip to the market, No I don’t go to target 

I think the market has bargains, I barter then empty my wallet 

The clerk was being so rude, It was a girl not a dude 

Well I guess who can really tell, I was taught not to assume 

So punched it in the face, One punch man saitamas rage 

Then I had to fucking blast I turned to Genos and escape 

But I got to keep my milk cause I always fucking pay 

I hit the vape it’s my cape it help me get away 

I wear glasses just like Arthur so I know he see the fist 

Yeah I probabaly did it, so I’m just gon plead the fifth 

I was bouta dick her down, then all I smelt was fish 

I don’t even fuck wit you boy, get up out my whip 

Hey, yeah uh yuh 

I wear glasses like Arthur, So I know he see the fist 

Yeah I probably did it uh, so I had to plead the fifth 

I was bouta dick her down, Then I

I forgot 

One more time please, one more time 

I wear glasses just like Arthur so I know he see the fist 

Yeah I probabaly did it, so I’m just gon plead the fifth 

I was bouta dick her down, then all I smelt was fish 

I don’t even fuck wit you boy, get up out my whip 

I have no explanation for what just happened there

Strap Up (Prod. Louis)

Ty Ler

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