Forgot to Wipe Lyrics

Imma finna get under the covers in a minute And accost that motherfucker in my slumber where

I get it on the reg Because literally all I'm finna do most

Of the time is fuckin' bitches Unless someone tell the pigs

And I ain't talkin' bout them bitches No, I'm tryna figure what I meant

Wait, scratch that part, wrote this shit shit-faced on weed man All I really gotta do's now feel a sense of urgency

Bout beatin' all them bots that buy them Yeezys and the shit supreme sell.

Literally moments after dropping, disappearing And appearing for a higher price now

What the Hell, those shoes were at a price I could afford A thought occurring now dear brain about Kanye and Kim

They playin' all of us Because eventually, Ye gon' wanna be back with

His baby mama Eatin' on that booty, broke the internet

He payin' with his credit card, he buys cement, some bags and yarn

Not really yarn, it's rope I meant

To tie Pete Davidson up with Supplies originally that he paid for with his ridiculous friggin'

Shoes and shit, you get it

He's honest, just like Congress wait dishonest

Meant to say before I promise all them bitches in my dreams

I wanna see them, more than see them, give 'em five or just the finger

But I got a problem when there's violence sex or drugs in songs

Really, what I gotta say now as I fall asleep

Is that if I'm not careful, I am gonna poop my pants in bed again

So trust me, bruh, several occasions wakin' up round four and

Realizing a puddle formed beneath me Warm and humid body heat, homeostasis

And the reason is unclear up to this day what happened there

I'm not sorry if this gets out about the town

And then you realize the bed belongs to you

And I was sleepin' on it on the day I wrote this shit about my shit

Or really, diarrhea And this rap just took a turn

And I'm not sure if in a second or a minute I will wanna write about it

Cause it really causes stress, stress And you know what comes with stress, stress

Alluding to the fact I got a Hershey squirt, yuh

But what I failed exactly mentioning was that moments ago it happened

Bout the time I wrote that stuff about them Yeezys and Supreme That shit was dope

And even though I got a poo still, it's important that I reiterate

That before, I'd already slipped up with my sphincter relaxation

Let my guard down, let my wife down, let my god down

Now I gotta hit the toilet room to wash myself like dogs do

Wait, did I imply that I was gonna lick the chocolate off my thigh or off my butt

Whatever, bruh, I gotta do what makes me happy

Happy, cause honestly, I think it's rapping

I think you think that too

Supposed to be asleep an hour ago, I'll let you know a little secret though

About my motivation for this rap originally

Was just one or two verses or so, but then I pooped

Poop, poop, poop, poop, poop

My lyrics drastically devolved until they became what you have before you now

A rambling story based on truth

So now do with that knowledge what you will my fans, I'm beat, I go to sleep, that shit was tight, forgot to wipe

Fuckin get it, Dicky!!

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