Darkr00m – Game Over Lyrics

Game Over – Darkr00m Lyrics

Stuck up in my habits

I want clout I never had it

She got arse I wanna grab it

Wanna fuck like fucking rabbits

And I'm tired of being static

Can't stand man that is a plastic

And my life is fucking tragic

Gotta dabble with the magic

Let's not do nothing drastic

I ain' never moving past it

Life flashing, I'm sarcastic

Eddie Gordo, button-mashing

Don't make music for the masses

Want bitch that look like Crash's

Keep it lowkey where the brass is

Ain't got time for fucking grasses

Fucking powder in my sock

Storm clouds and rain drop

Think I'm based, man I'm not

I will be the one to plot

Breathing deo through a sock

Think you locked it, but I clocked

Saw it coming it ain't a shock

I'm the one who fucking knocks

Looking back I almost dropped

I just want my brain to stop

Always known that something's off

All the shit that's in my nog

Politicians fucking maggots

And the police are fucking faggots

How wе not out in the streets

And fucking kicking in some teeth

I've had еnough of fucking scum

Lost my patience, yeah I'm done

Tired of holding back my tongue

Fuel the cancer in my lungs

Man I wanna see blood

Fuck you call this draw blud?

Man must take me for a mug

Put some faces in the mud

Look like Seifer, man I'm handsome

Fetch a high fucking ransom

Foli boys keep it in tandem

Hearing footsteps on the landing

Yeah I'm rolling with the mandem

Making music in the mansion

Don't let brands dictate my fashion

Seatbelt fasten, 'cause I'm crashing

I just wait for shit to happen

Mental issues, always had 'em

Sober days, I never hack 'em

Plenty drugs, I stat pad 'em

The camera flash around my neck

I failed the test, I'm getting vexed

Catch a link that seems suspect

Put it together like K'nex

And I'm stuck up in my habits

I want clout I never had it

She got arse I wanna grab it

Wanna fuck like fucking rabbits

And I'm tired of being static

Can't stand man that is a plastic

And my life is fucking tragic

Gotta dabble with the magic

Let's not do nothing drastic

I ain' never moving past it

Life flashing, I'm sarcastic

Eddie Gordo, button-mashing

Don't make music for the masses

Want bitch that look like Crash's

Keep it lowkey where the brass is

Ain't got time for fucking grasses

(Yeah)

(Foliage season)