Gatorade Bong - Seth Sentry

Drop from the cloud, hit the ground runnin'

Ghost in the bottle float round, I’m haunted

Ooh, the sour way too loud for me

Turn the volume all the way down on me

I just wanna learn how to drown, let me

Ooh, you so holier than thou, it’s funny

Tryna be more myself, love me

Tryna be more myself, don’t ask me nothin'

I’m far too stupid, you’re far too angry

Don’t ask me nothin', don’t ask me nothin'

Prolly make a few mistakes

Get it backwards, I bet you can’t wait to see it happen

Well, fuck it, yeah

Leave me there in the middle of the bridge while you’re choppin' at the edges

Yeah

Revenge is a dish served pipin' hot before breakfast

Yeah

Seasoned with best intentions, tweet it, check your mentions

I’m too hungry for a Twitter feed

I’m too hungry for a soundbite, uh

I’m just tryna be a better me

Tryna do the shit in real life, uh

A little hole for the down pipe

Make it air tight

And it’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

Yeah

And I don’t really smoke no more

Yeah

But, boy, you keep eggin' me on

Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own

It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal (Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr Don Joyride)

Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own

It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal

Yeah

Man, it’s like wait, wait, wait

No, that ain’t what I meant, gimme time to explain

Wait, wait, wait

I’m just tryna ask why I don’t really feel no way

Wait, wait, wait

Fine, tell me where to sign, tell me what I wanna say

Wait, wait, wait

Fine

Well, fuck your feelings, fuck your blogs

Fuck opinions, fuck your Gods

Fuck your channels, fuck your feed, fuck your judgement

I don’t need it, please don’t ask me nothin', I’m too weeded

Best of luck, I truly mean it

He’s a snowflake, she’s a cuck

He’s with them or she’s with us, I’m just tryna be a better me

Tryna do the shit in real life, uh

Yeah, fuck stardom

Yeah, fuck bein' famous, fuck bein' A-list

Fuck tryna make it, it’s just too dangerous

It’s way more fun when they don’t know what your name is

Way more fun just gettin' faded

Yeah, there’s too much fakeness

Too many traitors, too many sadists

Pourin' out champagne for your failures

I’ma steal a bit of hose from the neighbours

It’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

Yeah

And I don’t really smoke no more

Yeah

But, boy, you keep eggin' me on

And it’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

Yeah

And I don’t really smoke no more

Yeah

But, boy, you keep eggin' me on, eggin' me on

Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own

It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal

Don’t reply, just let me go smoke on my own

It’s nothing personal, it’s nothing personal