Southern Comfort Lyrics

And you ain't got to tell me man, I know they hate us
Tippin' money like I know the waiter
Mommy text me I got no behavior
I had to skip the country, I got no more data
So all in time I swear it's all forgiven
She think it's mine but [?] driven
It's cold inside 'cause I'm known for chillin'
When you get inside it's like [?]
When they hit my phone they get the deadest tone
Sleeping on me, hope it's memory foam
I dashed the weed, I nearly missed the boarding
I hate this feeling, I ain't never home
It's hocus pocus when I get recordin'
Watch me run this like I'm Kelly Holmes
I need a medal for it, so it's set in stone
I'm smellin' louder than a megaphone
But I got focus with it
[?] magician
New gen but I'm old edition
Couple new friends got some cobras with them
So I hold a distance
All in one when I go gopher with it
I'm the only one, you know I'm so specific
I pass the wave [?]
Me and Wonder cooking till they close the kitchen
Got a lung full of haze, I got [?]
But I'm in France with a French chick
In [?] doing French shit, [?] like a maze
I hate it when they're desperate
The commas looking like [?], always try it never test it
You living life like them restless
You live nice, we don't mention, I'm highly amazed
Wait, 'cause I'm the same shepherd, different sheep
The same method, different week
The same message, different beat
They think I'm sleep but I been awake
I been eating, check my plate, I been eating, check my weight
You know I'm feeling great, it's me and Sam talking real estate
Its always been this way, [?] with this fish fillet
All these songs that I give away, its [?]
More contract for the spasm
[?]

Kill 'em all
I could tell by they faces that they didn't expect me to
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
I could tell by they faces that they didn't expect me to
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

People from the past on my phone line
Don't they know I'm having no time?
And you ain't got to tell me man, I know they hate us
People from the past on my phone line
Don't they know I'm having no time?
And you ain't got to tell me man, I know they hate us

I put this shit in perspective
I pride myself on not being that young and reckless
This year was my first time down in Texas
I'm in South by and everybody got they fuckin' mouth wide
East-Side nigga
But the way he hit them 808's you think he South-Side
Don't let your nouns and your verbs be the reason you fuck around and stumble
'Cause there's no where you can run to
I push keys like gun do
Couldn't see that I'm reading through 'em like a psychic nigga
Clearly you are not the brightest nigga
Everything I touch is Midas
I am being biased, I need fuckin' silence
When I'm in your city bitch I make a moment
I'm in Polo with a bitch who rolling
And that ass poking like she using waist trainers
Tell me [?] not a weight gainer
She will tell you I'm a face painter
See I got so much shit to say but ain't got the time
And you got so much shit to say but ain't got the spine

I could tell by they faces that they didn't expect me to
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
I could tell by they faces that they didn't expect me to
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all