Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ass Backwards , by - Rav. Release date: 15.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ass Backwards |
| I apologize before I ever even fuck up |
| This my lullaby (R-A-V!) |
| I’m ass-backwards |
| Everything I do is haphazard, ayy |
| Ass-backwards |
| The type to cry now and laugh after, ayy |
| These days, I don’t look forward when I move |
| Could turn a gift into a curse, a pretty bow into a noose |
| I’m on the come-up but a downer, feeling lonesome and obtuse |
| The irony is that I hate you, yet I hope that you improve |
| No longer am I prone to letting loose |
| So don’t invite me to your parties or I’m spoilin' the mood |
| I’m known to be the dude posted in the corner of the room |
| Starin' at his fuckin' phone, never knowin' what to do |
| Okay, you get it: I’m a bummer |
| Type to sweat through coldest winters and then shiver during summers |
| Say I do shit for the love, but feel embittered by my numbers |
| My complainin' honesty could throw a cricket into slumber or a coma or a grave |
| Wake up in the mornin', feeling mortified each day |
| Hope has become foreign, gotta fortify my brain (Brain) |
| Sizin' what’s in store through the stories I’ve obtained |
| My mind keeps pouring when it rains |
| Falling all the time (For the same) |
| Awkward thoughts of mine (Every day) |
| I apologize before I ever even fuck up |
| This my lullaby |
| I’m ass-backwards |
| Everything I do is haphazard, ayy (One-two) |
| Ass-backwards (Check, one-two, one-two) |
| The type to cry now and laugh after, ayy |
| These are my last four tokens |
| I wanted more but they foreboding |
| The game’s closed, but the door opened |
| The back-porch poet delivered it short-notice |
| Morse-code it |
| The Lord knows it’s fuck them and the horse they rode in on |
| Of course they owned Enron |
| I blow up with the force of an N-bomb |
| It’s my Freudian symptom |
| I whistle like the Scorpions' hit song |
| I’m hitting X with the button stick and |
| This way coming is something wicked |
| And 'tis the season for pumpkin gimmicks |
| I need a basket for wastepaper |
| A secret package with tastemakers |
| Cabinet bracket space-saver |
| I operate on an eighth-acre |
| And I’m raising a frickin' eighth-grader |
| I’m on Android like James Spader |
| They praised luck in the race |
| Labor for rectangular-shaped paper |
| Fallin' all the time (For the same) |
| Awkward thoughts of mine (Every day) |
| I apologize before I ever even fuck up (R-A-V) |
| It’s my lullaby |
| I’m ass-backwards |
| Everything I do is haphazard, ayy |
| Ass-backwards |
| The type to cry now and laugh after, ayy |