Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gatorade Bong, artist - Seth Sentry. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gatorade Bong |
| Drop from the cloud, hit the ground runnin' |
| Ghost in the bottle float round, I’m haunted |
| Ooh, the sour way too loud for me |
| Turn the volume all the way down on me |
| I just wanna learn how to drown, let me |
| Ooh, you so holier than thou, it’s funny |
| Tryna be more myself, love me |
| Tryna be more myself, don’t ask me nothin' |
| I’m far too stupid, you’re far too angry |
| Don’t ask me nothin', don’t ask me nothin' |
| Prolly make a few mistakes |
| Get it backwards, I bet you can’t wait to see it happen |
| Well, fuck it, yeah |
| Leave me there in the middle of the bridge while you’re choppin' at the edges |
| Yeah |
| Revenge is a dish served pipin' hot before breakfast |
| Yeah |
| Seasoned with best intentions, tweet it, check your mentions |
| I’m too hungry for a Twitter feed |
| I’m too hungry for a soundbite, uh |
| I’m just tryna be a better me |
| Tryna do the shit in real life, uh |
| A little hole for the down pipe |
| Make it air tight |
| And it’s been too long |
| But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong |
| Yeah |
| And I don’t really smoke no more |
| Yeah |
| But, boy, you keep eggin' me on |
| Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own |
| It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal (Ladies and gentlemen, |
| Mr Don Joyride) |
| Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own |
| It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal |
| Yeah |
| Man, it’s like wait, wait, wait |
| No, that ain’t what I meant, gimme time to explain |
| Wait, wait, wait |
| I’m just tryna ask why I don’t really feel no way |
| Wait, wait, wait |
| Fine, tell me where to sign, tell me what I wanna say |
| Wait, wait, wait |
| Fine |
| Well, fuck your feelings, fuck your blogs |
| Fuck opinions, fuck your Gods |
| Fuck your channels, fuck your feed, fuck your judgement |
| I don’t need it, please don’t ask me nothin', I’m too weeded |
| Best of luck, I truly mean it |
| He’s a snowflake, she’s a cuck |
| He’s with them or she’s with us, I’m just tryna be a better me |
| Tryna do the shit in real life, uh |
| Yeah, fuck stardom |
| Yeah, fuck bein' famous, fuck bein' A-list |
| Fuck tryna make it, it’s just too dangerous |
| It’s way more fun when they don’t know what your name is |
| Way more fun just gettin' faded |
| Yeah, there’s too much fakeness |
| Too many traitors, too many sadists |
| Pourin' out champagne for your failures |
| I’ma steal a bit of hose from the neighbours |
| It’s been too long |
| But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong |
| Yeah |
| And I don’t really smoke no more |
| Yeah |
| But, boy, you keep eggin' me on |
| And it’s been too long |
| But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong |
| Yeah |
| And I don’t really smoke no more |
| Yeah |
| But, boy, you keep eggin' me on, eggin' me on |
| Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own |
| It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal |
| Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own |
| It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal |