Lyrics:
Howard Phillips Lovecraft,
Heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of
no mean proportion; only what he did with this talent
was a shame
Mean-extreme divide with proportions so divine
There is design
But what is life?
I control my youth
Give everything for you
But that don't leave much room for
many bugs, crawling in my bed
Too many drugs, clogging up my head
Well I drank your gasoline if you know what I mean
All blown out of proportions, gotta
wip-de doo and
Your Nike shoes and you know, I mean
I'm not gonna lie
I wasn't a believer this is a fiasco
Of epic proportions i mean
For lack of words, i
y'all should get to interval preparin
More than 30, this is not for means, make a proportion help me find my z
Z go missin', we gon' spin the census,
scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget
rocking you come in proportions,
Really mean that in a lot of ways I'm too vocal to lie in ways that you would deem deceiving,
I'm only telling you this
be blowing things outta proportion
I mean s***
Wanna see something real crazy
I'm usually nice to ms betty
But lately she ain't tryna pay me
I mean
you screaming, "notice me"
Hope you breathe this mercury
Consequences, I foreseen
I know what you really mean
Psychic powers, mass proportions
I'm gon'
taking this entire thing like so out of proportion, I mean argh
don't waste this moment oh
Look it's not to say I'm forcing,
I mean it actually blew outta proportion
When i gave you space i was taking that precaution
the picture
If he get a tripping I'ma leave the body missing
Have his baby mama needin' some endorphins
I don't mean to blow it out proportion
If the nigga
Yeah (DY Krazy)
You young Gs and OGs, you know (DJ on the beat so it's a banger
That choppa though
I let it ring (brrt)
You know what I mean
Rode in on a wave of seismic proportions
Don't need endorsements
Brought reinforcements
Reality as we know is distorted
Your batteries overload
contained?
Deep, deep down, I know you feel the same
Kisses sweetly blown out of proportion again
Kisses sweetly blown out of proportion again
A fruit dropped
as a friend
But I love you
Turn up the distortion
I don't like my proportions
He's a vegetarian
Say what you want
I don't care at all
Your words mean nothing
You said you're overreacting
You're reading too much into this
If you think this is important
Your sense of proportion has gone
I said, really?
Man, every little thing means more when you say it
Damn, read into every line and make you explain it now
Man, I'm freaking out but casually tryna
[Guy]
Oh shit there go Da Brat
[Girl]
Oh shit? What you mean oh shit?
[Guy]
You what'cha talk- Why you always try-na blow
something out
So maybe we all make mistakes
That doesn't mean we have to hurt people
Don't talk about my life, worry bout your own shit
Read a chapter on the book
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean, mean while ludacris is in the MIA with hatred somewhere smokin, got a pound of the purp and the smell on my
lie, she cook and cleans
I love the way she backs it up, it's mean
You different oohh
I like to balance of it
I need a lil some' for my bread and coffee
boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean, mean while ludacris is in the MIA with hatred somewhere smokin, got a pound of the purp and the smell on my
Discuss these mean proportion 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