Lyrics:
the round house man
I once was yer father a little up the road a
Wooden candy stripe barber pole
And above it read a sign, 'Painless Parker'
Lic-licorice
don't understand
Gimme mine
I don't give a damn
Yeah I'm off this clock fam
Living inside of a world
Don't even know how I got here
Just know, ima get it
Chorus
move my body i go dance yeah( I will dance) Every every gimme chance yeah(give me space) cus am feeling good am feeling bright yeah brighter
Somewhere in the forest, under an ancient moon
There a demon lingers. Dodge him or you'll be consumed
Identify by these three signs: The claws that
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
Well I remember at a party
A couple a years ago when I saw an emcee
He ripped the mic then he passed it to me,
I learned a little lesson, he helped
gimme a tube to drink my water out of
Uh, gimme a room that I can run around in
And by a room, I mean a cage, please
But don't contain these thoughts
flame girl
mekfika wena k'bizw' iy'cima mlilo
Ngiyak' bona uyang bona uyangi bona..
Ngiyak bona ukuthi ufun' ukuza kimi..
I got little things that you
out on hinges from barely
knowing how far this was gonna go little
did I know little bird head flying around
your room it's the first time I tried not
real?!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas want to know why: why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like
straight, so I flow A little wavy
Omo ope ni mi the reds can pull Up any minute
Shit I'm thinking bout my mama
Let me go a little harder
Take a single puff
No I wont be a star from Trap (Nah)
But I still might get it on a cap (Why)
Cah when I look back
I remember robbin a connecky in a cab (Gimme Dat)
of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the leaves
The persecution song
Telltale signs of possession
Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed
feeling so little
I'm on the edge, I'm looking over
Can't see the bottom, tryna get lower
I'm on a trip, I'm on a dip
Boiling over, gimme the drip
I'm
high
Please don't kill my high
She said I'm her type
Smoking through night
With the woods wrapped right
Spotlights in my eyes
It's my time to shine
Luna with the dusse I feel like I'm finna float
Still rolling wood after wood, like where the splitter go
You ever seen a half a mil cash? That's what I
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping
Walked in the woods, tree growing fine
Little he know, his bitch getting fried
Bear trap on his foot, he finna cry
Upside down, she burning alive
He tryna
Downtown down by the city
Hear my name calling but I can't look busy
Shake a little something pass it back give it to me
Putting in the work bet ya
The locks of Hell are broken
This manor's haunted, not by ghosts, but by names
For sure by pigeons, shitting all around
And a goat in the yard: it's the devil
to fold
The sign said booked but this ol drunk said no no no no
Chorus:
Don't ask don't get
Give me a bite and i won't quit quit quit gimme a hand don't
need room let the sweat drip off me
Learn from the OG's that taught me
I'm the Joker, gimme Margot Robbie
Possessed by the motherfucking demon that
gimme more then a little bit
I don't wanna feel forced if I let you in
I could bring you on tour not a mini van
Listen baby I am more then a minute man
If
Ay where I'm from
We don't appreciate the sun
Nuclear bastard, first corona there ever was
In January the air in the woods jagged and brittle
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