mos thoser

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Hey Spencer, this is Lieutenant with Berklee College police
 Ah, yeah, I need to speak with you, either on the phone or in person
 Um, the school monitored a disturbing, um
 Tweet between you and Frax
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 (This is Mos Thoser)
 I feel like a hot pink bitch named Breakfast (yeah)
 'Boutta make a Girls Gone Wild spinoff called Twink Gone Reckless, they wanna
 (Bing-bing-bong)
 Take pics 'cause I made this fit and necklace
 Layer of smog around me, I hold double King Palm ambidextrous
 Kids distracted
 Listen to me while in class, I feel like Tetris
 Themboification
 Poison your mind and body, I'm asbestos
 If you see somebody with dyed hair
 Who smells like weed and does not care
 And they listen to snare
 That's how you know that they infected with that
 New world order
 No more gods, only SOPHIE
 Y'all know God is trans
 So let's pray to her and stream Trophy
 Tonight let's do shit that gets us in cringe comps
 Make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on
 Tonight, let's do shit that gets us in cringe comps
 Make some new behaviors that straight people will infringe on
 I just want you to see, I just want you to see
 The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy
 Tonight, no freakin' out, don't check my bank account
 Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now
 And Micah just told me I'm poggers
 I thought someone else was sellin' tabs and poppers
 Now I'm running through the streets like I am Frogger
 Everything I do, attention from these bloggers, I go home
 POV (POV)
 You're an icon 'cause you're me
 Think about how many people know they're gay because of me
 Got that F-R-umlaut-H, my whole crew gettin' guzzly
 Grab your man, he's trying to roleplay on me all snuggly
 Restrain
 Before he piss me off too much and I complain
 You'll never get that fucking tarnish off your name
 You fuck with me, you'll have to find a different space
 Stay in your place
 Get out my face
 I just want you to see, I just want you to see
 The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy
 Tonight, no freakin' out, don't check my bank account
 Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now
 25, 25 minutes 'til I go on stage
 Warm the crowd up, tell 'em play nightcore Beyoncé
 Smoke in a dark green room like a séance, ayy
 Almost okay
 But someone here gives me a rude vibe
 Vineyard Vines on, I bet you listen to Maroon 5
 You wanna have a conversation 'bout my whole life
 I could talk, but I gotta go
 They bark and pantin' for me, that's that Dog Show
 I just want you to see, I just want you to see
 The way we drag a bunch of people into lunacy
 Tonight, no freakin' now, don't check my bank account
 Don't check my grades right now, just go insane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Sane right now, sane right now
 Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now
 Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now
 Now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now
 Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now
 Now, now, now, now, now, now-now-now-now-now-now
 ♪
 (Can Gupi turn the-)
 ♪
 Give a fuck what my schedule says
 I won't give a fuck 'til I'm fucking dead
 Give a fuck what my schedule says
 Fuck Notch, fuck Musk, and I'll piss on Zedd
 Give a fuck what my schedule says
 I won't give a fuck 'til I'm fucking dead
 Give a fuck what my schedule says-
 Um, it's best you call me, uh, so we can stop this, okay?
 

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04:07
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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