[Pt. 1]
[Verse]
Aghhhhh, ears perking up
Product of the village, child chilling in Disturbia
Little bit of Benjamin, a little bit of Perkeo
But sturdy as a rock, I’m going Brock to get my purdy up
At this suit and tie affair appearing like a tycoon
Wedding day, I’m beheading-heading the bride in front the groom
Inside the Rubes Cribs- Rune Scrib?
Ruth's Chris! Waiter, where the fuck my wagyu?
(Break)
Yeah man, mother fuck my life, go read the lyrics, I ain’t speaking in the post
I make shit that make you wanna put a finger down your throat
The older me can not believe the shit the younger version wrote
The younger me would not believe the league of women that I ghost
Calculated, not a motherfucking blunder
This is not a love song, this ain’t a romance number
We could save it for the album, 'fore the rain'll come the thunder
Cold cut her, diet's cheese, lettuce, bread, get with the program or suffer
Don’t mind these sunnies Suggy, get high
If he ain’t rock 'em, rest’ll prolly think that it’s a pink eye of some kind
13 hunnit flavors, try and take in every taste
Yeah everyday that I wake up and I am not them I thank god
Double edged sword, lord I’m morphing into something more baby
Call me gorgeous? No, tell me I look morbid in the face
See he done gave up tryna blend in quite a while ago
A milestone to make it every night, but all they like’s the entertainment
[Hook]
(Aghhhhh) Sound fill up the room
Grill done giving me a lisp so I’m kinda sounding rude, yeah what It do?
Ain’t these people read the rules?
See you can only call me crazy if I think you crazy too
Hoe I float inside this state, sent em down shit’s creek
Inside a boat with a leak 'til the ship done sank
Chill bro it’s a prank, got rank like Frank
And I’m smack dab in the middle of my right damn brain
(Aghhhhh) Sound fill up the room
Grill done giving me a lisp so I’m kinda sounding rude, yeah what It do?
Ain’t these people read the rules?
See you can only call me crazy if I think you crazy too
Hoe I float inside this state, sent em down shit’s creek
Inside a boat with a leak 'til the ship done sank
Chill bro it’s a prank, got rank like Frank
And I’m smack dab in the middle of my right damn brain
(Ahhh. Don't look over here! Ugly.)
[Pt. 2]
[Verse]
Mayday, mayday, sedate, they listen me say
Shoulda never boxed the BIC, shoulda never took a t-break
I come to youth with bad things and bad news
Not all you ___ can sing, not all you dudes are gone be DJ's
One for the team, pinch hit and take the free base
Mickey throwing heads up on the mantle on display
And I don’t know Dee Dee but the man dark
Yardy know the deal, there’s no deal, check inside the briefcase, still
Filled with wipes in case they dap it up
DUI in the Buick, crashing it, totaled it, Africa
Rose up like The Bachelor, leg away, tarantula
Sprinting out the scene spitting teeth inside a plastic cup
Horror story in the two door, flying
Black and blue heart, the rumors start, the rumor's mine
Another day, another darker glass of wine to the head
Drank so much red my lips starting to look like Schoolboy9's
Off the weirdo, let me see him bleed, pretty please
Stab him in the back, the bowie knife, yeah it’s a TBT
D Barchetta it was 34, run it back
15 more, run it back, 49, CMC
This so Kittle, not the Little League
Love you? That’d be silly, I got love for you, that sentence what it really mean
Chicken shit hard boiled, crude oil sickening
Siphon it, silly straw spin around, Billie Jean, hee hee
Decoys are gone get defaced
Coins on me but never change, ya’ll change up like the seasons
And I could-
Did I mention skip the singing and stop tryna fucking DJ?
Been the Double Tapping Demon
Suggy the disease, the thing you cannot blame ADHD on
Triple shot Triple sec, three inside the system
Mayday, be calm, fuck it no, begone
Don’t Look Over Here. was written by Sugs.
Sugs released Don’t Look Over Here. on Fri May 09 2025.