
KIDNEY STONES Ouija Macc & Darby O'Trill
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[Intro]
You're in good hands with Anemoia
Devereaux
[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
Set it off motherfucker let's see what you really are
I can promise drama something you don't want
Set it off motherfucker let's see what you really are
I can promise drama something you don't want
Set it off! Set it off! Set it off!
Drama something you don't want
Set it off! Set it off! Set it off!
Drama something you don't want
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
Pull up on a fuckboy soccer ball his fuccin' head
Oh you quiet now? What's up with all of that shit you said
I've been in the trenches with my brother Dev
We gon' get it get it all until there's nothing left
Mane we going up but I stay a scrub
Silver teeth I'm flexing the trailer park that I'm from
I know I'm bizarre, I don't give no fucks
I feel dead inside, maybe I have lived enough
I just lit the blunt mix a little liquor up
What is in my cup? (Ain't yo fucking business bruh!)
Mind your business bruh
Don't make me beat you up
I was just a jit when I found out what that demon was
The reaper speaking to me she tell me to do what I must
Angel of death be the only entity that I trust
She got me down this wicked path of suffering and violence
Death is in my head I'll fuck your life up
You're in good hands with Anemoia
Devereaux
[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
Set it off motherfucker let's see what you really are
I can promise drama something you don't want
Set it off motherfucker let's see what you really are
I can promise drama something you don't want
Set it off! Set it off! Set it off!
Drama something you don't want
Set it off! Set it off! Set it off!
Drama something you don't want
[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
Pull up on a fuckboy soccer ball his fuccin' head
Oh you quiet now? What's up with all of that shit you said
I've been in the trenches with my brother Dev
We gon' get it get it all until there's nothing left
Mane we going up but I stay a scrub
Silver teeth I'm flexing the trailer park that I'm from
I know I'm bizarre, I don't give no fucks
I feel dead inside, maybe I have lived enough
I just lit the blunt mix a little liquor up
What is in my cup? (Ain't yo fucking business bruh!)
Mind your business bruh
Don't make me beat you up
I was just a jit when I found out what that demon was
The reaper speaking to me she tell me to do what I must
Angel of death be the only entity that I trust
She got me down this wicked path of suffering and violence
Death is in my head I'll fuck your life up
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