It's okay for music to not be about anything Fucking Jesus Christ (Huh)
Put your mind to it and do it the fluid stewin' Better stir it 'fore it's ruined goodness sake Ain't no more leaves in the trees hood is raked but I'm baked Because I got it imported where they make it at? I hear the bacon splat you know we takin' that back home I put the chrome to the front of your dome and say "Please stop littering and jittering so much" With a finger I could touch on the trigger like the clutch Switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a Dutch Ho, you must be retarded throwing gas up in the flavorin' Savorin' it much? I'm behaving like a rapper Wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch raw paper that I'm favorin' Rap music and if it slaps, choose it If you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in And never threes, nigga, be with my G's, nigga You fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga Uh, sometimes I forget that every blunt is different And every hit I take I should be livin' in but I be stressin' Absent minded, I keep the rats from findin' out Where all my cheese is hidin' I keep it wrapped in bindin' But then I realize everything has passed me by And stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply I have to power through and overcome myself defy the odds Bitch, I like a challenge so I might be finding Oz In another life I'd be a bad bitch, savage Cooking up some cabbage you can ravage Nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up recline ya seat up Holder colder with the ice inside it I'm enticing, unsurprising In another life I'd be a big man, cig hand Puffin' on tobacco while I dig mad graves Killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin' hella rough for nothin' But the huffin' odor pleasant eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging
Wild west sickening, yuh I ended up 'round here Down here, other side of town, we're Not for the bickering we be lookin' at the road Where we go, you ain't care enough to know And the plot more than thickenin' write a story, let it go That's a mandatory no, foes Outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out Be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout That's a wrap
Tell 'em, wendigo Hit it, baby, that's a wrap
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Compositores: Alexander Wacksman, Joshua Hamilton (BMI)Editor: Songtrust Blvd (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #30400198 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM