Guy Who Made The Paper Once - The Real New York

Yo, call me a little bitch bruh
Yo, I-You think I don't remember what your face look like
I don't know what your car look like
You think I'm not going to be seeing you in the streets my, G
Don't let me catch you in the fuckin' street, my nigga
For real
B'cause, yo, I'm tellin' you this right now
I swear on my dad's grave I'ma kill you, brah
Do what a normal person would do
Do what a normal person would do
A normal person would do-just so they don't live with this
I don't understand
Put the garbage in the garage
You have a garage
Why can't I have my garbage my cans out here?
Because I have to see them and they're always a fucking mess
There's shit spillin' out of 'em
There's pizza boxes half-open
You got cats
You got mice
You got a fuckin' racoon over here
I mean, it's like the never-ending nature parade and you don't even know it
It's a fuckin' shovel
It's a piece of wood
We went-we went from wood-we went from drunken living
Now-now go get a rake
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Listen, we were talking about drunk driving
No, I'm not gonna shut up
I'm not gonna shut up
Yes, it's all a package of disrespect, disregard, and immaturity
Disrespect for human life
Disrespect for safety

Written by:
Jessup Harmon, Justin Ruiz

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