In Conclusion
Spose
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
And in conclusion p dank I be that broke motherfucker Maine's where I'm reppin' Better than these rappers but Nobody buys my record What you don't like broke Hova? You think that I'm more like a Hoover? Think that I suck, I don't give a f*ck You can go ahead Hit me with a low blow like a tuba I don't toot my horn but I blew up quick like McGrubber I didn't get a Lex like Luger And I went hard till my cheeks looked fuscia Used to want to beat King Koopa Now all I want to beat is the beats And the freak in the mirror When the demon appears I have seen my fears, I could be that loser Even if it meant quitting reefer Stop staying high like a roofer So when you YouTube my manoeuvres You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer At the computer, ha! With a Fender Strat and a pen that's black Trying to prove I'm super While the bass line barks in the woofers Track liars, trains coming for you goobers The fat lady is singing notes And ringing of her foopa I suggest you find a cougar Find a way to dupe her Into thinking that she's Demi Moore And you are Ashton Kutcher Because you're fucked otherwise, other guys Besides, we consider these rhymes lullabies Sleep tight, fuckers! P dank I'm from where we don't celebrate soccer wins Where the broke contrast with the opulent Most on blast for profitin' While the folks shake cups On the block cement Marriages on the rocks again Mom looking for a new pops again Kids witnessed all the arguments Now they lose interest when you talk to them Oh shit, quick, bring a doctor in We're gonna need Facebook and some oxygen Stat (EEEH) , bring it back We got spray tanned children Abandoned buildings Kids stay still ‘cause the cancer killed 'em I'll keep moving till I'm handing millions And I ride till I crash All kinds of Zildjians Teachers broke but the man get millions Or rather Teachers broke but the man get quadrillions ‘Cause the man stay drillin' We got children, in buildings, with ceilings That's cracked While villains got villas, they're chilling It's whack but that's the Earth, dig in Or get in the dirt You got one ear that works, could be worse So if there really is a big fluffy Jesus Tell him let's get weeded I know he's got connections, text him, look Ryan Peters' needed I'm speaking, it's like I'm bleeding Fame like flames pleadin' I came to change games It's lame to blame demons Proclaim the late evenings, take a break Heathens i seize this beat screamin' I steam while peeps leavin' The trees creek, I sleep near my family The Devil ain't a fantasy I know she wants to dance with me
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: RYAN PETERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"In Conclusion Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 31 Oct. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/10748719/Spose/In+Conclusion>.
Discuss the In Conclusion Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In