[Intro: Turnabout]
You're a Goner
Oscar
Turn gon' never switch
Turn gon' never fold
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
[Chorus: Turnabout]
Turn gon' never switch
Turn gon' never fold (Never fold)
I feel like a king my head full of gold (Full of gold)
I still feel like God 'til the trees grow mold (Trees grow mold)
Body in the ditch, all I see is cold (See is cold)
Me and Buck some gods off the Oxy Tos' (Oxy Tos')
He pop the Oxy 180 now he seein' ghosts (Seein' ghosts)
Crown for the Lord of Ephraim, fucking froze (Fucking froze)
I feel like God, I feel like God, I feel like God
[Verse 1: Turnabout]
Woke up fever, I'm not sick
Dropped a bag on rocks, lil' bitch
Kick your throne down
A throne's a chair if you ain’t king
You’ll learn real quick
I’m the god of this whole world
I’m the god of my fucking girl
Whip my truck off a cliff
Get back up, 'cause I don’t feel no hurt
I always felt like king so I start acting like it
Take a fuckin' staff and put your head up on it
The world's a fucking joke until young Turnabout went and stepped upon it
Lord of Ephraim, they all fear, they all gon' be fuckin' quiet
I can make you feel the hurt, I can make you feel the pain
One in the head straight through you brain
I roll with gang until my brain decays
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
You're a Goner
Oscar
Turn gon' never switch
Turn gon' never fold
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
[Chorus: Turnabout]
Turn gon' never switch
Turn gon' never fold (Never fold)
I feel like a king my head full of gold (Full of gold)
I still feel like God 'til the trees grow mold (Trees grow mold)
Body in the ditch, all I see is cold (See is cold)
Me and Buck some gods off the Oxy Tos' (Oxy Tos')
He pop the Oxy 180 now he seein' ghosts (Seein' ghosts)
Crown for the Lord of Ephraim, fucking froze (Fucking froze)
I feel like God, I feel like God, I feel like God
[Verse 1: Turnabout]
Woke up fever, I'm not sick
Dropped a bag on rocks, lil' bitch
Kick your throne down
A throne's a chair if you ain’t king
You’ll learn real quick
I’m the god of this whole world
I’m the god of my fucking girl
Whip my truck off a cliff
Get back up, 'cause I don’t feel no hurt
I always felt like king so I start acting like it
Take a fuckin' staff and put your head up on it
The world's a fucking joke until young Turnabout went and stepped upon it
Lord of Ephraim, they all fear, they all gon' be fuckin' quiet
I can make you feel the hurt, I can make you feel the pain
One in the head straight through you brain
I roll with gang until my brain decays
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
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