Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 12 hours ago
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lyrics:
(verse)
My tail can’t wag the dog
The Tesla seats so soft
Your ex-wife won’t come home
The cul-de-sac whip chrome
You are not my homie
Mortgage might get closed
I still don’t got no home
I don’t want hear your problems yeah
My therapist sound arrogant
I can’t do no happy pills, lil’ bitch I’m not American
Once yall hit that good kush go asking bout some pyramids
Dawg you ain’t really got no life? Tell me what you really think just say it
(pre-chorus)
Don’t hold your breath
Kill yourself
(hook)
That’s enough
I don’t wanna find out when
Oh you’ve had it rough?
I don’t wanna make it mean
The tail can’t wag the dog
And I’m no astronaut
Cut and run your mouth
This ain’t suburbia, I ain’t heard of ya
(verse)
I got a different type of vision, for a solid nirvana
Don’t let the corporates sell you on smoking good marijuana
Everything in moderation, even the highs and lows
My life is like a claymation, I freeze in place for the photograph, yeah
Is there an inbetween where we don’t hate our guts
Where we don’t make a scene and you don’t go erupt
(pre-chorus)
Don’t hold your breath
Kill yourself
(hook)
That’s enough
I don’t wanna find out when
Oh you’ve had it rough?
I don’t wanna make it mean
The tail can’t wag the dog
And I’m no astronaut
Cut and run your mouth
This ain’t suburbia, I ain’t heard of ya
stream: vyd.co/abhithenomaddestroyer
lyrics:
(verse)
My tail can’t wag the dog
The Tesla seats so soft
Your ex-wife won’t come home
The cul-de-sac whip chrome
You are not my homie
Mortgage might get closed
I still don’t got no home
I don’t want hear your problems yeah
My therapist sound arrogant
I can’t do no happy pills, lil’ bitch I’m not American
Once yall hit that good kush go asking bout some pyramids
Dawg you ain’t really got no life? Tell me what you really think just say it
(pre-chorus)
Don’t hold your breath
Kill yourself
(hook)
That’s enough
I don’t wanna find out when
Oh you’ve had it rough?
I don’t wanna make it mean
The tail can’t wag the dog
And I’m no astronaut
Cut and run your mouth
This ain’t suburbia, I ain’t heard of ya
(verse)
I got a different type of vision, for a solid nirvana
Don’t let the corporates sell you on smoking good marijuana
Everything in moderation, even the highs and lows
My life is like a claymation, I freeze in place for the photograph, yeah
Is there an inbetween where we don’t hate our guts
Where we don’t make a scene and you don’t go erupt
(pre-chorus)
Don’t hold your breath
Kill yourself
(hook)
That’s enough
I don’t wanna find out when
Oh you’ve had it rough?
I don’t wanna make it mean
The tail can’t wag the dog
And I’m no astronaut
Cut and run your mouth
This ain’t suburbia, I ain’t heard of ya
