Lyrics:
The tension in the air is broke
Thanks to marijuana shmoke
And nostrils only flarin’ ‘cause we French-inhalin’ chronic though
Relax- take a trip back
of grievance now hangs from your coat-tails
The little drummer-boy sadly (though eloquent) bitches
Too old for the bluff game or overnight riches
He meets
at home in my own pair of shoes fellas
Getting in the zone like Jerome Bettis
Cuz life's work worth more than bank tellers tell us
Run drummer boy run
was a drum
It's the drummer boy
Pa rumpa rump rum
Twist middle fingers
And hide my thumb
Abundance is now
My ego is down
Straighten my crown
Glory is
Light by this path this path
Red the signal like
The violence violence
The beats i came up with
Came up with
Look at the boys
Even the boys even
On air
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
and her eyes were blue
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too
But they never had
did too
Little leaguers watching everything they do
Kids growing up way too fast
Needle in the arm, needle in the ass
I'll shut up now, I'll shut up
they money hope that they get ready to lose that
Got supplies changing the vibes
They air bnb getting treeshy huh
She say she love me need me
the white like a groom
Look up in the sky I see somebody on a broom
I think I'm gettin' hi-high, hi-high on my own supply
Yellin', "Rastafari" when I'm
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
shots. Shot by me!
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about the whole audience.
Too bad you boys
money 'cause
It come in abundance
Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come
Run a boy down and then snitch on his mate
Yeah
You gotta be family to eat from this
starting a fire
Little boy I'm back with a drummer
I'm making you dance
They're all going to die
Act up in this bitch, I'm ending the skit
Like Shaq from
let's wreck some bells it's Christmas time
The birthday guest list was set
Shepherds plus their sheep
Plus one scrawny little drummer boy
Dropping sick
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green chrysler
Bad as anybody's porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong
guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse
Me
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
I'm your little drummer boy
While the eggnog is all noggy
And the fireplace all a-glow
While our bodies are heatin' up
In yuletide places down below
I
when you're ready, we can take a ride
I'll put my pride aside and I'll be happy to provide
Just to get a little piece of all the joy that you supply
the bitches heart
Olympian runner (zoom zoom)
Girl don't call my line
Just let me beat it
Drummer (don't call my line though)
Just let me beat it
Drummer
you're cause by the friction
Pens to the pad when I'm shakin' the mixin'
What I like to hear is a drummer get wicked
The tone of a vocal thrown and then
the need to do so.
Remember that our lungs supply oxygen from the outside air, to the cells, to enable us to obtain energy.
As we breath in, oxygen enters
a bum boy
Bum bum boy
Bum boy
Bum bum boy
Bum boy
Bum bum boy
Bum boy
Bum bum boy
Yeah
I could tell by the way that you walk
Looked at the reference
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