Lyrics:
still ridin' beach cruisers
Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
Fuck the last album, this
Time to write this album chronic Future 2000
Time's no obstacle and we just arouse
All the minds that seem to be in tune
Ranting like a platoon under
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
But that's a compliment
Plus y'all fucking with the realest on the continent
Independent solo content by the boat load album number 1 with no promo
No
ain't dissin'/
Pissin' on you you're missin' your crew/
to bring muscle when my boys roll thru call us the chosen few/
You get booed while I get paid,
[Intro: "interviewer" (Skinnyman)]
"So Skinnyman, now that you've signed a deal with talkin loud and your currently
recording your album, how's this
more mighty tricks
And i would rather see an album like the one in 96
When i spent practically every morning content
Just to wear your tape out
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves
Pete, to see exactly where they're gonna meet
Then Pete picks up and tries to act like he was asleep
Lauren's like "So where we meeting at? We could try
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
I thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink to
Tell me what you want to hear
doing these things from when deyja was ran by randy
So the bars are sharp like a Stanley
Overstand me
I like Bashment
I like Jungle
I like electro
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
the Juno
Americans look at us like we're Borat or Bruno
I don't bathe got cooties still get my kudos
Warlock from Pluto, black belt in Judo
I do a bunch
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time,
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
mob block live again
Look at these whips we're riding in
Making ball and look easy baby, we don't practice like...
Sliding in I'm never super post
their backs turning away
With wishes of good luck
They say I'll be okay
These times go by so fast
I'll never have them back
I know that life will
to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting
sides
In the mood, feeling good when I'm going out
But every day
I see you walk by with those green eyes
I'll wait on your doorstep
And I was thinking we
on the toilet of a crack house
Spittin' verses at the cops
While they pat down
Runnin' by the moment like I'm
Livin' in the freestyle
It's like I'm shootin' every
mixtapes, basics
Some of them have never run this race
They're aimless
Stuntin on their bread in a big way, amazin
Nothing, never ever a big brain, patience
the Sprinter not a coupe (skrrt skrrt)
Logo on the headrest, yeah, that's what you're supposed to do
But this feeling new to me (it's me), it could fade soon
want let me inside you
You know you've been missed when the text says hey big head
Who are you with withhold information unless they're with it
I
by
Can you tell me why
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain't getting love
And you see how much we do
This something we getting used to, damn
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