Go To Sleep Lyrics – Adam Calhoun

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Ryan run his mouth till the sun come up
Baby mama saying, "come back to bed"
'cause you been up for days
And they ain't s*it changed
Them drügs fu*king up your head

You said you want all the smoke
I was thinking real life
You playing on the internet
I guess I failed to realize
Ain't no consequences for your actions
Embarrassment to ashland city
Plus you ain't claimed by nashville, actor
You a white b!tch for harris
Ain't no king, you an heiress
White girl like paris
Record conversations, upchurch to sheriff
And I don't paint pictures
I just say it with my lyrics

Ryan always does the same s*it and then repeats it
If fu*king sister cousins was a sport, he's undefeated
Old titty boy ryan, filled with estrogen
He's the reason katie noel turned more lesbian
Yeah, buddy, church on the ditty loop list for sure
Always naked in the shower, talking s*it, no shirt
Why you screaming at dudes on your phone, pervert?
Old lady got a lead so you can go fu*k her

Ryan run his mouth till the sun come up
Baby mama saying, "come back to bed"
'cause you been up for days
And they ain't s*it changed
Them drügs fu*king up your head
I said, ryan run his mouth till the sun come up
Baby mama saying, "come back to bed"
'cause you been up for days
And they ain't s*it changed
Them drügs fu*king up your head

I'm about to go ballistic
Ryan upchurch couldn't win the special olympic
Let alone this s*it, you troll, play your role like a victim
Fat little (??), got bodyguards to protect your b!tch tits

How you going to blame everybody for your downfall?
Act like a liberal, claim to be an outlaw
No hold bars, meaning you can't hold me
Ryan always looking sad, crying face emoji

You a s*itty rapper, you ain't making no list
Standing next to me, the closest you'll get to goat s*it
Back to smacking his (??), body bag him
Zip him up, michael jackson jacket

You want action? roll the dice
Playing with me, have you like passion of the christ
You going to crash out your life
Need a room of writers for days

Rocket launchers, grenades
This n!gga think we playing chess?
B!tch, I'm playing spades
He don't stand on what he say
He just stand behind them gates all day
It's okay, I've been known to kill a snake like

Ryan run his mouth till the sun come up
Baby mama saying, "come back to bed"
'cause you been up for days
And they ain't s*it changed
Them drügs fu*king up your head
I said, ryan run his mouth till the sun come up
Baby mama saying, "come back to bed"
'cause you been up for days
And they ain't s*it changed
Them drügs fu*king up your head