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Lyricist: Mesus
Lyrics:
[Verse 1] My best friend tried to dap me up the other day So I punched him inthefucking face Man whatthe hell is wrong with you?! Aintyou heard motherfuckers got that Kong Flu Whyd you make me_hit_you_motherfucker? Now I probably_got that nasty_shit all on my knuckles Bitch go get me some sanitizer Quick cause I cant think of shit to rhythm with sanitizer Analyze the appetizer menu from my door dash Tell the driver no hands on my apple pie or your ass Gets no tip, like a chick when the tips too big to fit Im a dick, bet you think that bout me dont give a shit I dont give a fuck either, life is short, live it up, be the One you wanna be today, cause tomorrow might never be here Make the calls you need to make, see the ones you need to see And pray to God your Soul to take if your ass ever sneeze on me& God Bless You
[Chorus] Better keep your distance from me, from me If you aint got permission from me, from me Cause if you get that sickness on me Ima put you 6 feet way from everybody Feel me homie?? I said, I said Better keep your distance from me, from me If you aint got permission from me, from me Cause if you get that sickness on me Ima put you 6 feet way from everybody Feel me homie??
[Verse 2] Im super duper super trooper pooper scooper duper famous Google me almost 3 people actually know what my name is Anyways the point is tour got cancelled so Im back in town Called my mama and she told me boy dont bring your ass around What the fuck what the fuck, man this fucking sucks Feel like the whole world made of wet paint, wanna fucking touch Corona killed my buzz, they say its killing us I take it serious, but seriously somethings up I cant even watch the news, they just want all confused All they care bouts getting views like YouTube, theyre just wearing suits But fuck it what do I know? I just hold my Bible tight and pray at night This aint the last time that my eyes close like like like like like like Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my Soul to take And pray the Lord castrates the ones who made this shit with rusty razors But do me a favor if it aint too much to ask Keep my family and friends healthy until this bullshit pass& God BlessYou
Chorus] Better keep your distance from me, from me If you aint got permission from me, from me Cause if you get that sickness on me Ima put you 6 feet way from everybody Feel me homie?? I said, I said Better keep your distance from me, from me If you aint got permission from me, from me Cause if you get that sickness on me Ima put you 6 feet way from everybody Feel me homie??
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