Apollo

By Yurms

Released on July 3, 2026

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[Intro]

Listen here fine shit

I'm just a fat fucking chud

1, 2, 3, Go


[Pre-Chorus]

Eyelashes, left them on the table

Beside the mattress, with some cash tips

Empty bottle of wine, a couple glasses

Shirt stained from the cigarette ashes, and the matches

When you wake up and you put on your glasses

Hope you still want me like you did last night

Know I promised you that I wouldn't ask this, but I'm anxious


[Chorus]

I got a lump inside my throat, I can't swallow

I don't have money, or too many follows

She wanted Dijon or Omar Apollo

I give you nothing, and ask for a ride home

Say you wanna, I'll show you rock bottom

It's not the tightest of programs to follow

Spend all your time here with me, doing nada

Put all your faith in the spin of a bottle


[Verse]

Throw me away where the trash is

Heat waves come in flashes

I'm usually not this bashful

I thought I got past it

I hope you forget about

All your previous attachments

I know that sounds dramatic

I'm nothin' more than plastic

I'm nothin' but a douchebag, asshole

Scumbag, you should never let me pull a fast one

Hate it when you compare me to all the other past ones

Far worse, I'm a need like every single password

Make it go faster, make it get nasty

When you call I'm a answer

You could have like anythin' you want

When you come back here

This the only life you got, let's make it a disaster


[Bridge]

If you make it home, and you're still alone

Did you make the wrong decision about someone?

I don't need to know it, when you wake up, I'll be gone

Call me and I'll come over, whenever you want


[Pre-Chorus]

Eyelashes, left them on the table

Beside the mattress, with some cash tips

Empty bottle of wine, a couple glasses

Shirt stained from the cigarette ashes, and the matches

When you wake up and you put on your glasses

Hope you still want me like you did last night

Know I promised you that I wouldn't ask this, but I'm anxious


[Chorus]

I got a lump inside my throat, I can't swallow

I don't have money, or too many follows

She wanted Dijon or Omar Apollo

I give you nothing, and ask for a ride home

Say you wanna, I'll show you rock bottom

It's not the tightest of programs to follow

Spend all your time here with me, doing nada

Put all your faith in the spin of a bottle