KYLE YOUNG - Warning Signs lyrics

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Get out my face I'm tired of all you guys don't try to talk me down

Get out my face these are the warning signs I outta knock you out

It'll be 1-2-3, your out for the count

Get out my face these are the warning signs

I'm bout to knock you out

I'm buzzed, what up cause

The flow so sick that I might upchuck

It's not dumb luck but ya dumb fucks tongues stuck

Sayin' shit that'd prolly get ya blood sucked fuck slugs

Knucks bruh you'se a punk sir

Bitches get offended when u come up to her

Fuck

Hair done up like a queer fruit cake

Today, remove weight

Plus from a minus sought love but lured hate

Boom boom cookoo cachoo, ay

Ya doodoo, cruise to a new place

You 2 goons could be roommates

Share secrets spoon and do cool dates

Clean up ya mouth you need toothpaste

Tried to put him on the clock but the cookoo flew away

Dealin' with

Bring alotta stuff but the strain is too much

Blamin' and such, angry at nothing

Dangerous touch stay makin' assumptions

Lame introductions, same in production

Say you the king but ya name isn't bumpin'

Maybe it's the thug in him, maybe a bug hit em

Either way it's hazy when the flame will erupt in him

Fame seems to run from him... Huntin' him

Rage over change and a check with no bucks for him

Like a dame with a grudge boilin' veins in the blood

Not a wild card, an ace in the club

Stay away hastin', higher ground waiting

Ain't stayin' sub like evading a flood

More sleeping gas 'cause my patience is up

Talented 'cause but ya pace is corrupt

1-2-3

Haha

Little do they know

But please do not let the glasses fool you mothafuckas

Uuh uh uh uh

I've had enough I have to punch

I've had enough I have to punch

I've had enough I have to punch

I've had enough I have to punch