[Lyric] Stutter Album Version (The Khidd)

GO!
(This that new Khidd shit man, I fucks with it)
(Look)

[Chorus]
When I get around you
Tend to st-st-st-stutter
I cannot u-u-u-utter
The words ain’t coming
Out-out-out
Out the g-g-g-gutter
I think I’m b-b-b-butter
Better off alone
Damn it I’m going home

When I get around you
Tend to st-st-st-stutter
I cannot u-u-u-utter
The words ain’t coming
Out-out-out
Out the g-g-g-gutter
I think I’m b-b-b-butter
Better off alone
Damn it I’m going home
[Verse 1: The Khidd and trilllbino]
Why do I s-s-s-suffer?
Been tryna find a way out
Thoughts running, slipping and sliding
Swinging like a playground
Tell me, this where I stay now?
Damn I just need to lay down
Thinking that she need me ‘round
Like letter I has J around
I think it’s evident
That when I see her, hеre’s comes my damn impedimеnt—
Of my speech
Tripping like I’m off da s-s-sedatives
Amphetamine stumbling
Got my stomach b-b-b-b-bubbling
That’s that
Effervescence
Did she catch it?
Them b-b-butterflies?
Is this heaven?
Is this ch-ch-childish?
Am I seven?
Speaking of ch-ch, need a church
Call my reverend (PREACH NIGGA!)
He recommended that I
T-t-talk to you for a—
Fuck it
I know my stutter’s pretty weird
(NAH ACTUALLY I LOVE IT)
I’m sorry
I only do I when I’m n-n-n-nervous
(WOULDN’T MIND IF YOU DID IT ON P-P-P-PURPOSE)
[Chorus]
When I get around you
Tend to st-st-st-stutter
I cannot u-u-u-utter
The words ain’t coming
Out-out-out
Out the g-g-g-gutter
I think I’m b-b-b-butter
Better off alone
Damn it I’m going home

When I get around you
Tend to st-st-st-stutter
I cannot u-u-u-utter
The words ain’t coming
Out-out-out
Out the g-g-g-gutter
I think I’m b-b-b-butter
Better off alone
Damn it I’m going—
(Home)

[Pre-Verse]
She likes my stutter
She likes my stutter
She likes my stutter
She likes my stutter
She likes my (Yes she do, hey, hey, hey!)
She likes my (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
She likes my stutter (Stutt—)
She likes my stutter
She likes my stutter
She likes my stutter
She likes my (She really, really likes my)
She likes my (She really, really likes my)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yeah, uhh)
Shoelaces tied up or untied
Still tripping over phonics
And I’m still speaking ebonics
And I talk super sonic
My lady, Amy got on my ass about it
How could you blame me?
Even had multiple classes about it
Pushing words out with a tongue thrust
But she love when I thrust my tongue
So I guess it’s a must
Same difference
So that’s juxtapostion
As-s-sume the position
Divide her legs, play New Edition
While adding a new addition, listen (ugh)
P-p-p-pay attention, only mention this one time
Can not get my thoughts together
So tell me what’s on your mind?
Love? Lust?
Faith? Trust?
Or what you want from behind?
Be straight foward like quarter to 4
Check the ‘lex, check the—
(Time)
She watch my diamonds glisten
Love the way I flick my wrist
She the only ten I see
Steve Nashville must admit
Cutie with a g-a-p
A booty, a she got a lisp
She said “withper” in her ear
And I’m her speech therapist
(Yes, yes)

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