Lord Sizzle - 4sum lyrics

Legs hanging off the bridge, I don't want to k** myself Free Slurpee Day, slur my words that time I tried to feel myself Corn on plates, in sight Inside a woman that I like But it wasn't that I had tried, cause homie, she was a dyke Tricycle, my lip trembled as I flicked light to the Viceroy Don't trade me your ploys Dressing herself with no mirror tonight cause she wants to be one of the boys Forcing myself in this foursome decor [x6] Losing my mind, hope she losing that weight Sipping my Gatorade down by the lake Calling her cutie pie friends super fake But you know that it's solid when you're asked to shake, wait I got a broad in Toronto that look like a panda Then strand her while we wait for Santa Snow in my nose I won't give you the time, and though it's in rose gold I won't give you a sign Flying back home, detour in Chicago Wind blowin off of the top while I'm riding on Vogues Call that whip Rogue, cream and silver, it flows Vanilla and sprinkles on bi-lingual hoes