[Lyric] Stuck (Buttcheeks)

Oh fuck that's kinda loud, but whatever we'll go with it
'Ima try to one take this too

Alone in my room feeling cold
Alone in my room growing old
If I gave you a heart of gold
Would you fold?

Running up my bag
Like I sold
Ice on my teeth got 'em stuck in the mold yeah
In the mold

I can't help but be sad
All the bags make you mad
I don't even know her but I know she wanna call me dad
I just blew a bag
On my drip
Why'd I blow a bag on my drip?
Count another rack grab the clip
I can't even lie I feel like shit
I told that girl to sit
When she have a fit I just sit, and stare
I don't really care
I don't really care
Windows down cause I like that air

Windows down feeling cold
Alone in my room feeling cold
Alonе in my room growing old
If I gave you a heart of gold
Would you fold?

Running up my bag
Like I sold
Icе on my teeth got 'em stuck in the mold yeah
In the mold
In the mold