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Allen Ritter - Rico Lyrics

Shout out to Young Bobs
Look...

These days my perception has changed
These days I spent everyday faded
These days I don't know the date or day
These days I just wanna get paid kid

These days I got no restraint
Its like my entire brain upgraded
These days I'm a total stranger
And I don't even wanna explain it

[?] looking like a [?]
[?] grown man wanna shift like bitches
End of the line that shit got finished
Now my head [?] off from the Vodka and Guinness

I ain't even seen my old man in a minute
Its just different, I'm still ill got 2 wardrobes
Ones got coats [the other ones there?]
Everything's vintage

Disconnect your head like [?]
Team made bread, they stacked it, flipped it
That's not gas that's real talk
We don't see competition
Lately I have sleepless nights
Got bags weighing down both of my eyes
See, sleeps for the week, not me
I can rest when I'm dead man I haven't got time

Why am I so the life
Its all tragic, false hype
The [?] blatant lies
It makes me sick
And I can't describe it
Can't decide it
Can't decipher
What should I think of
I've been blinded
No more kindness brother
Fuck that

You couldn't even walk a mile on this dirt track
Worse than trying to converse with a [?]
Can't settle for [?] I be gunning for first like-
Hardly tweeting, seems absurd to you
People preach the facts they learn
And disregard the fact they've heard

Know where I'm heading [?] said it
I've the life that I deserve
There's one of me on planet earth
My state of mind isn't your concern
If for what its worth
Had to roll through a dirt curb
Now I got closure
Should've saw it coming had the eyes of a vulture
No sir, I do not reside with the [?] look closer
I'm a lonely stoner, fuck hunger
Was a joker now I'm older, never sober
I'm so over roller coasters
I'm trying to hold my composure

But blud, its so fake
When its late at night
I can't describe why I feel more awake
For fuck's sake, ay, yuh

From what you think I'm not teenage
Narcissistic prick here on display
Now I don't care about the I'mage that I betray
You don't know the real me anyway

I'm so done with pretending
Its about time I change my stake
The commercial life was tempting
But I don't like them big pendants

Ay, Myth City