Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piss, artist - london yellowDate of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Piss |
| But I don’t know what to say in IRL |
| I think I’m just autistic but I can’t tell |
| If I can’t call God a faggot in heaven |
| I’m tryna go to hell |
| I like bad words |
| Weird kids who eat turds |
| Fuck the fly guys |
| That shits for the birds |
| I’m a lame idiot, fuck what you heard |
| I know I know nothing |
| You think you know it all |
| You’re a fucking nerd |
| Fucking absurd |
| I’m sitting back having panic attacks by taking in your fancy words |
| Not the topics though |
| Just the bigger pictures |
| I’m way too fucking meta |
| Yellow analytic nigga |
| Absorb your abilities, my brain gets bigger |
| Spending all your souls on my vigor |
| Even though my flesh perish, Yellow London never gonna really die |
| Really I put in enough work for at least three lives |
| I’m way too fucking humble |
| Its kind of cringe to admit it |
| I don’t want the credit |
| Just to know that I did it |
| Grant a couple long term wishes |
| Never took a bitch |
| I did try to wear a green fitted |
| Do you feel special when you tell me not to quit it? |
| When? Why? Where? How? |
| None of your business |
| I’m not your royal jester, get the fuck off my dick |
| If one more mongloid asks for Recluse 2, I’m quitting |
| You wish that I was kidding |
| Nobody takes me serious |
| What do I gotta do? |
| Go to a school, take out my hairy dick |
| Pull out a cheap Glock, screaming «Hey Siri! Send this to my parents!» |
| One by one, all the zoomers disappearing |
| I don’t wanna do it |
| I’m tryna kick back like a Buddhist |
| Live life in the form that is truest |
| Build my own beach and become a fucking nudist |
| You knew this |
| Stop telling me to do shit |
| I don’t wanna do shit |
| Wanna be reclusive |
| Tell what I’m doing is worth |
| I wonder if my music is worth it? |
| Wanna be the dead guy |
| Wanna be perfect, but I’m not perfect |
| My life is a circus |
| I’ve been getting high to get by |
| Think I fried my circuits |
| I’ve been out here searching |
| Deep within myself for some purpose |
| Tryna scratch the surface |
| I’m learning |
| But I can’t figure shit out for certain |
| I don’t even know if I’m a person |
| My whole world burning down |
| But I still keep a smile while I’m hurting |
| Ow |
| Waves of depression, I surf it out |
| Then when I get, can’t turn it down |
| Like its Party City now |
| And I’m here to be the clown |
| Life is an RPG, this shit get weird |
| I don’t wanna disappear |
| You wouldn’t recognize me without this here big beard |
| Assassinate my character with |
| Switch up the narrative |
| All cause I feel its imperative |
| Plus I don’t know an alternative |
| Fuck a preservative |
| Burn the bridge |
| I need some purgative medicine |
| Until then, I’ll just keep on spinning and circling |
| Caught between worlds and shit, struggling |
| Going through turbulence |
| I put the work in, bitch |
| I put the work in, bitch |