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Charlotte Day Wilson
Göd Grid

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids

[Interlude: ?]
White peach, hot gum, chalk grid, mint sun

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids

[Verse 1: Mr. Yote]
Damn, can I really admit it?
Took a few pills out but baby I quit it
Y'all be so cringey but lady who isn't
My navy is tinted with mucus and midgets
So run up on the squad if you wish
For your bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo
[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids

[Verse 2: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid
This is highly consternin' without the ruckus from my kids
Drop the buckets full of chicken steady
Highly consternin' without the ruckus from my kids
Drop the buckets full of chicken steady cluckin-cluckin-cluckin-cluckin'
Throw me some books on that party
[Howdy?] my cardy
Grab [the impressure?] pan
These blue shows are are the breakfast 'cause it's too soon for my crash
While this [?]

[Chorus: Mr. Yote]
Still, I'm trapped in this little grid with them
Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
Gold gum got that tealish fizz
While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids