Ludicrous Lyrics – crayola

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[Pre-Chorus]
I never did school work, they kicked me out the dorm
Calling my parents like “What the fu*k I’m in here for?”
I know my mama can’t get behind it
But when the time comes, trust me, I’ma find it, yeah

[Chorus]
“I’m so sorry I can’t trust this s*it”
I told my fam I’m finna do this s*it
“Honey, I’m sorry but aren’t you newer to this?”
And if you think I’m finna stop now, nah that’s ludicrous
Bought a new ass crib, put my friends in it

That’s a eight-car garage with a Benz in it
“How the hell you moving out, there’s no sense in it?”
I guess that means that all day-dreams is just irrelevant

[Verse]
“Guess that means that all your thoughts are just malеficent”
What you talking ’bout? This money’s so heavеn-sent
Old friends popping Percs with some fent in it
Last time I saw you, living in a tent and s*it
I make music, you take nudes, b!tch
Cody stepped in, you know who it is
All they ask me for is new s*it
Tell these kids to learn some patience
All this pressure, I hate it
My life’s a movie, it’s amazing
I don’t even know what day it is
Life rise to the kitchen

[Pre-Chorus]
I never did school work, they kicked me out the dorm
Calling my parents like “What the fu*k I’m in here for?”
I know my mama can’t get behind it
But when the time comes, trust me, I’ma find it, yeah

[Chorus]

“I’m so sorry I can’t trust this s*it”
I told my fam I’m finna do this s*it
“Honey, I’m sorry but aren’t you newer to this?”
And if you think I’m finna stop now, nah that’s ludicrous
Bought a new ass crib, put my friends in it
That’s a eight-car garage with a Benz in it
“How the hell you moving out, there’s no sense in it?”
I guess that means that all day-dreams is just irrelevant

[Pre-Chorus]
I never did school work, they kicked me out the dorm
Calling my parents like “What the fu*k I’m in here for?”
I know my mama can’t get behind it
But when the time comes, trust me, I’ma find it, yeah

[Chorus]
“I’m so sorry I can’t trust this s*it”
I told my fam I’m finna do this s*it
“Honey, I’m sorry but aren’t you newer to this?”
And if you think I’m finna stop now, nah that’s ludicrous
Bought a new ass crib, put my friends in it
That’s a eight-car garage with a Benz in it
“How the hell you moving out, there’s no sense in it?”
I guess that means that all day-dreams is just irrelevant