Dead Dandelions Lyrics

Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and hit a kickflip

Misfit stickers and signs in the living room

Kitchen filled up with bricks and the sour apple gin

Pabst because it's cheap, I ain't rapping just to cash a check

Still at skate parks, thrashing on that cracked deck

Still brokenhearted, so I'm laughing when I get hurt

Dirt all in my hands and dope ass blood-stain on my t-shirt, what a jerk, why he fall down on his knees

Bastard with a passion to get a house up in the trees, where the butterflies and bees fly high away with me

Oh what a sight, a sight to see

Beside a model and a bottle of my homemade Hennessy, until they send, they send for me

Dead Dandelions, make a wish, make a wish for who?

I ain't even knew you, from the guts I'd make a wish for you

Trust me, I've been ready since I hopped about the trailer park

Six beats a day and still ain't seen me off the fucking Bart

Garments screaming vote Deluxe, garnishing pink polka dots

Broken Indy trucks, this shit my motherfucking orthodox

Like aqueducts, he flow on all his music, then he hope it bumps

Mention all my sins and time and time again they'll love it

Cobra clutch dumping around the station in the blazers

They can't catch him, if they chase him, he gon' case 'em front the neighbors

Vincent's major bad behavior if you change it

Will the music stay the same?

I don't know

Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and hit a kickflip

Misfit stickers and signs in the living room

Kitchen filled up with bricks and the sour apple gin

Pabst because it's cheap, I ain't rapping just to cash a check

Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and try a treflip

Face it, all you do is write you can't treflip

Ugh