Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Favorite Song, artist - CYRUS. Date of issue: 12.01.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Favorite Song |
| I feel you coursing through my blood, it’s getting dark up in the tent |
| All my friends think we made it, we can’t even pay the rent |
| So, I’ve been working through the night, having seizures I ain’t slept |
| Sticky glue for the family, this the only way I vent, she said |
| This my favorite song, she yelling at me now (Jesus) |
| I’m spilling real blood, my yellow napkin now (Man) |
| Is candy corn, trying to weather every storm |
| I took a rose out to sea, fell in love, stuck a thorn up in my back |
| Still I miss that, we ship wrecked |
| I’m shit faced, I’m pissed off |
| This bitch made me hate myself, this way, like damn (Fuck) |
| I guess I am who I am |
| I don’t know who he is, but you gon' blink and see some bands |
| On my mama, never copy nothing, every rapper think that they really buzzing |
| Same old shit, with the same old style, and we play that shit, like it’s so |
| damn wild, I swear |
| But your favorite rapper got a fucking writer, what type of shit is that? |
| Man, I need a lighter, shoutout Bas, man, I’m too high to riot, right now (Yeah) |
| Pick of the litter, I’m killing a runt |
| King of the city, I’m gritty, I risk it, I’m earning my inches, I’m skipping |
| the punt (Aye) |
| Hell or high water, I’ll carry my kin |
| I’d die for my brother, he made me believe that I knew I could swim |
| If this your favorite song, then let me interject myself |
| Needles in a haystack, when I find one, might inject myself |
| I’m blessed, I’m an emotional wreck |
| I been listening to Bas, so I’m too high to stress |
| That’s a lie, I’m feeling different |
| I should act on my suspicions |
| Letting people take my minutes |
| When I’m made for this position, mind your business |
| All your 1099's |
| And I’m really not that special, I mean I am, but there’s a price |
| I got sold on my sensations |
| Got a soul that’s not for taking |
| And I’m cold as winter weather, colder than a sweater-less jog in late December |
| I’m so cold I might forgive you |
| Pull you close and then French kiss you |
| Bop your nose and hide the tissue |
| Snap your neck and roll you out the side the whip and make the nearest ditch |
| your casket |
| Got a lot of things to bask in |
| Got eggs in all my baskets |
| Got a tree that’s got no leaves (You got that right) |
| Got more wants than I got needs |
| Having a real hard time grasping things, cause you people out of reach |
| You a leach inside my sea |
| I got a lake of things I dream, me I swim until I land in better things |
| Me I fly I until I fall, in season’s time, I won’t have to give you any reasons |
| why |
| I am too designed not to fail |
| Road so long, I don’t check the mail |
| Bail so high, I can’t go to jail |
| Failed enough times it’s a fashion statement, and I look amazing |
| This a PSA to everybody that says it’s not my year |
| Every year my year |
| It was one of my favorite days |
| It felt like the sun was perfect |
| You could see the ripples in the water |
| Everything was fine |