Lyrics:
Mama had it rough, 'member back in them days eating PB and J, or the PB and Fluff
We was just living with nothing but visions, but I want it bad so
damn I love the fluff
Golden Kid already hit once I made you bluff
Number one and two contender don't test your luck
Big mac truck in your garage, damn I
half mall rat, haul ass
Straight face, dove-tailed ball cap
Grape ape unveil plans for the van use
Drive to your shit town, tell you that your band
a slumber
And did not wake until the dawn
To see a band of orange clouds
Cross the middle of the sky
He got into a fluster
He felt a tightening in his
your budget
Too much diet'll make you fudge it
Too much fluff'll make you show it
Too much pressure'll make you blow it
Too much onion'll make you
I DARE YOU TO GO FOR GOLD
AS I GIVE YOUR JOCKS THEIR FLUFF AND FOLD
WRAP ME IN YOUR ARMS AND TAKE CONTROL
I DARE YOU TO GO FOR GOLD (I DARE YOU, I
Sometimes you hear a song
And it's just a bunch of fluff
Sometimes you hear a fun song
And hey, it's good enough
But right now, we look around
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
Fuck all these fake friends
And fuck all the fake bands
I’ve been thru a lot bitch
Ive been thru a lot yuh
Fuck all these fake friends
And fuck all
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
booth
It's big drip on these shoes
Lot of white sticks in my crew
It's alot of bands i don't got
Yeah yeah
And i need them too
Turned buckhead to the spot
LOCAL HOMIES GOT THE PLUG N LINE IT UP
AFTER PARTY WE GET A BUZZ AND WE LIGHT THE BUD
IF YOU KNOW ME KNOW I AINT GOT TIME FOR FLUFF AND THE CHAT
I GOT
Playing nothing about you
Pull up benz coupe
Goth lover
Icy teardrop
Fluff on mattress
With the gang boo
Sicko, thought you knew
Foreign bands on me
I'm sitting in a Dandelion Den
blowing bits of fluff into the air to tell the time
and welcome anybody passing by
Do you ever come here with
Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!
Don't tell me that it's ?
Baby boy, you on the grind,
the band should be,
Devising and scheming someone else's ministry.
What were the words?
Did he say Jesus Christ?
Again and again until his name became
with my right hand (With the right)
You know I can turn anything to dough
I’m the right man, in need of where to go
I got light grams, fluff ammi in bulk
And let me unwind
Clockwork of attention span
Fluff feathers, your only man
Hatred of
Forceful men
Who are resourceful with the words that are
Scripted with
make me feel so grand
Like I'm crowd surfing next to a rock band
The days before were bland, that's before your
Cute self, lended a helping hand, love
Flip the channel over he's at his bullshit again
He's got the number one house band and famous friends
He'll fluff you up for ratings then tear you
no fluff if you kill people you be inn the cuffs yeah I got bands the stack ain't thick enough V1 I'm living like a king and I got the bling runup
singing all that nonsense still ain't making the band
Don't need a book with dates just to create a plan
We could book a couple dates, and just lay in
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