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Yung Lean – Salute Pacman Lyrics

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Yung Leandoer
Sadboys
Up in this bitch until infinity

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin in the bathroom, paranoia, wheres my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman

Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
Ridin through the city with no ceiling, aint no lookin up
She just want to tease it, I was leanin, they lookin like us
Touched by the moment, feelin myself, Ima cut you off
Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
Openin my eyes like I aint never lived
You know who Im with, ten-million hits
Put me on your song, I got killer instincts
Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my bitch
Avenger in the night, I be cruisin grand whips
Slayers, stacks like the mayor
Pager, she gon hit me on my pager
Later, gon get it now or later
All I want is to get rich, buy a house and some lasers

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin in the bathroom, paranoia, wheres my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman

Im a guardian of the moon, white silver the tattoos
We gon hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
I dont give a fuck, I told you, Silver Surfer soldiers
Went to war, its over, like my cash, my mind got older
Im wearin my Timberlands, eatin on marmalade
Livin in vain, I put sparks in a starter brain
Hop out with ice, and I look like a target train
Icy blue veins keep it real cause the market fake
Im on a mountain, I pour me a double seal
And I need medicine, pour me a benzopan
Warlord, but Im not a cyborg, Im almost real

Salute to the gang, we can get it
I know we will
I know some people that aint rockin with me no more
Triple six, resist and pass out during shows for
Hard feelins start to grow when theres no more
No more

Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Bitches round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
Kit Kat lick on my hip, she got a chance
Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
Snortin in the bathroom, paranoia, wheres my mans?
Salute to the gang, know where we hang
Girls around the yard, they follow me like Pacman