Lyrics:
morn
Mike raced ahead without warn
I strained so hard to catch my friend
But fell behind as fog rolled in
WOE is me, Left alone with suffering
WOE is
Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
I'm Mike Balls you might know me
From soccer violence or being an MC
In the GLC getting respect
Since 1983 and I'm still getting wrecked
But shit's
-and-all winner
Never cheat, that would just make me a small sinner
I'm on a roll, bowling ball, I'm an all-pinner
That's right, keep it comin', that's right.
pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See me out, by the way, I'll be out late
Summertime in the back, goin' sideways
We're driving clear across the country
With all your stuff packed in the backseat
Headed for Bowling Green, KY
But I'm flying back home on my own
I
(Mike Dowling/Jan Dowling)
We were buddies once upon a time
And then you took off on your social climb
But fortune only brought you misery
And now
'm focused like Adderall
Draco and pistol I got Them all
These niggas fall like Bowling balls
She suck my dick And massage the balls
40 on Me when I hit
talk, I walk on by
Exotic spices
If your mouth can't tame the meaning
Careful of the faces you're seeing
A dread of the past [In threat of the past]
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G]
composer
All you delirious curious suckers
You better act like you`ve been known I mack
And hold my own with a mike just to stagger
A bragger, retire
misusin turnstyles
Keeps the mix on beat for me while
I spit and cold bust the keynote
Mad's on a roll with the sickest show now
{*Mad Mike scratches*}
tickets man
What do you think? Todd? (He's alive Mike, alive, Todd)
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes
When Mike came over with
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
de mile Jerry don't need no associate
Me chat by meself me no combinate
Me study very hard because me want graduate
Up de MC ladder I man
special tonight
And we'll take 65 to Bowling Green
Sunshine steady dose of Dopamine
Stolen kisses on the in between
Highway going by
Like the pages in
Wake up early and brush your teeth
Clip your nails and tap your feet
It's gonna be so fun it's gonna be so fun
Put on your favorite bowling shoes
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
Please welcome, Mike Posner!
I took a pill in the dressing room
Cause I was nervous to play for you
And when I'll finally get sober
I'll feel 10
There on that corner I silently stood
I felt so blue as the crowds hurried by
Nobody knew how I wanted to cry
Gee but I'd give the world to see
That
Burberrys on these are not Mikes
Pull a switch on an opp made him say yikes
Went to the bowling alley made three strikes
That's a turkey
This rapper scared
me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
Oh hey Mike
Way to answer your phone
I was just calling you to remind you of that time
I don't know if you forgot
You were staring at a guy so hard
on sight, yeah
No empty shells but imma take you out like mike, yeah
I can tell they be cappin' by they eyes (Yeah, yeah)
Releasing hell, better talk
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