Lyrics:
piled up - like in valhalla's halls
Eye to eye to eye to eye - they face off 'til one drops
They're gettin' out the hose to shotgun some schnapps
your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case
twenty-five on my wrist, it got life now
That's a nice crowd
Better tell em' to go home while the lights out
I'm just jivin'
'Bout a hundred fifty racks all
Produced by Ola Onabule
Guitars : John Parricelli
All vocals and other instrumentation : Ola Onabule
good about this John
Hit me)
Do you want to get freaky
Well the five of us makes one
Gotta put the good vibe on
If you really want to feel that
Great John on the beat by the way
Ayy, I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's
evil!”
now I feel like I’m Urameshi
fought off all of my demons
found out I was one myself
these spirits talking to me bro
from making songs back wit
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
Kids on the slope, shout out to kids on the slope man
Whatever slope you goin up it aint easy
But just like your favorite characters from your shows
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
got a pack of beats you know By:Bj bout to throw down
New life and I like it
Money falling out the sky money
New life and I like it
Money falling out
as thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
While Mona Lisa's and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around
ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass, son, you weigh
ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass, son, you weigh
a fact
I was like 12 smoking weed sipping yak
I was getting high y’all was playing out back and it’s straight like that
Niggas think they metal but they
that hoe gets ignored
F150 go on tour bud light makes me soar
Sorry honey yea I’m busy gotta pick up aunt Delores
It gets cold in the stable so I bought
either
I spit ether
The light skin grim reaper
Don't need features
Flow cold
Bars heater
I hopped onto the mic
And niggas went John cena
We can't
it wasn't for you
And everything here is because of you
Love to me is like so so grey
Everything's great then Its got to change
Nothing out this
get further in a shorter time
Like im blowin up soon and its "mortar time"
Fuck a blue face bird lookin Mortecai
I got the rig b/Rigby run ya over
you to stay, fucked off our face
Sleep all day, party all night
That's the way we live our lives
Pop a pill and I feel alive
Shout out to Sean cause I
here for the money.
I'm not the one I'm two eyes open on a threesome.
I wanna reach the moon 'cause my dreams out this world.
Feeling like I'm boss, B. I
wishin' for the swan
Just reel it in and feel it when you're fishin' with John
I may not be a catch, but I can attest I am a good worm
I may be like
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