Gao the Arsonist, Eliy Orcko, Zack Taylor - Boy Lyrics

Bring some booze for ya boy
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll
Never choose for ya boy
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt
There ain't no food for ya boy
Manning up, I'm big enough
No childhood to destroy
This all the pain to enjoy

Allegedly adolescent
Fuck the little boy talk
Poised generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped
Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped
Worried that I'll scuttle from the gutters that employ dropouts
Deadbeats
Deadbeat from beating dead horses
Said the orifice in my life is where the laughter was
When chilling with my niggas and my bitch will give like half the buzz it used to
The apathy would prove to me I'm used to it
"Try and lighten up" is fucking like persuading glue to stick
Useless tips in ear like tacky cotton swabs that lose the tips
Adult status out of place like boomers move the hips
I ain't even had a fucking legal glass of booze to drink
Fools is pissed off and drowning sorrows, too much diuretic
Ain't old enough to drive but I'm borderline diabetic
Sweet
Don't even know what type to fucking try a medic
I ain't ready, so somber, swear the violins ain't diegetic
My genetics dictate that I'm average height with stocky build
But of course I feel smaller when I hear that most are popping pills
Anti-depressant in the workplace
Cant find the pleasure that I traded in to earn pay, nigga

Bring some booze for ya boy
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll
Never choose for ya boy
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt
There ain't no food for ya boy
Manning up, I'm big enough
No childhood to destroy
This all the pain to enjoy

Cannot wait 'til I calculate price tag math by hand
And try rations
Get over bruises like an ice pack
Hurry to the doctor like a knife stabbed me
Leisure bites back now
Hide snacks
In the dining cabinet
Spike sugar balance
Buy, check the balance
Dry
Drinking gallons of iced liquor
Drown crying quicker
Down five pitchers
Down five stories headfirst
Wager with aging folk and joke who be dead first
Grease from an analogue clock in the fountain of youth
Is only thing to quench thirst
Yeah shit
Never felt fitting with myself as the elder
Years drag me forward, finger nails scraping floor kick
And scream like a temper tantrum
What I still wanna throw when the pent up anger
Indicates on the gauge, pressure sensors amber
Left out going the right way
Life is Ambidextrous
I'll be reckless 'til my life up rooted by children like a dandelion
Snatch a second life from the womb
Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns
Back when mother ironed the uniform
I'd cry and be soothed
No pride I could lose
Only challenge i had was how fast i was tying my shoes
Heart is where icicles grew
Wait for the bitch with the scythe as a tool
Grown up, butterflies in my stomach, now the hole is sewn up,
Everybody say that I should focus

Bring some booze for ya boy
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll
Never choose for ya boy
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt
There ain't no food for ya boy
Manning up, I'm big enough
No childhood to destroy
This all the pain to enjoy

Why'd you have to go
Time is in the past
I've been on the road
Ain't no turning back
Looking at myself, staring at the sun
Stranger looking back
Can't remember that
Take a picture and paint it black
Why'd you have to go
Time is in the past
I've been on the road
Ain't no turning back
Looking at myself, staring at the sun
Stranger looking back
Can't remember that
Can't remember that