Lyrics:
Yea, yea, in the end it come down to this. Choice is an illusion, created by those with power.
The committee has the final say. (X4)
We startin'
now
What the fuck I'ma do with like
All of these blunts and-
Smokin' weed till I don't know
Where the sun is
Me and myself and I mean what the fuck shit
struttin'
One bad mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
I
mean & evil
Voodoo rockabilly queen
'bout to kickstart your machine
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war
You had a tight black leather jacket
It's chase the dream music
Get inspired today
Tolu on the beat
Tolu on the beat
Chasing the dream
Chasing the dream
Living it up
What do I mean
rapping I live the American dream
How sad is that man
Know what I mean
We work different
I get to my goal by any means
Plant my seasoned seeds y’all grow
all
To return my life to me my everything
I crawl at your feet my doll
Mesmerized by all the things you do for me
Well I hate your coffee and pecan pie
from that, now get, you're banned
You're on our land, ruled by the scene
And we all swear to keep it clean
Go get yourself a fuck machine, or anything
It's chase the dream music
Get inspired today
Tolu on the beat
Tolu on the beat
Chasing the dream
Chasing the dream
Living it up
What do I mean
on the couch
It be rainin down with racks
Then I'm followed by the clout
And you know what it's about
Always drippin', never drought
Disrespect the name, and you
you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You smashed in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
on the tennis court
I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
on the tennis court
I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
struttin'
One bad mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
I
and take my hand
With you by my side I feel like there's nothing I cant do so I'm just saying
Hold on tight until its over
Do you know how much it means
I just got my fifteenth call today
'Cause her boyfriend's been kinda mean
Yeah I get it people need people
But they treat me like a machine
Their
coming my way
She's mean, a dream, the best you've ever seen
Headed toward the coast like a heat engine machine
Promises of floodin, surge that'll keep you
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
any amusement hall
That deaf
Dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers
Grinding to collect the bag under any means and that is unconditional
I am the one
I am feeling invincible
Too busy getting better while you niggas stay
of my mind
Who was I... Had to think, who was I?
The puzzle evolved as I walked through the door
And saw Robo-machines flying by
And rum as I felt, I was
enlisted
(Like it's something to prove)
They sum like marines
I swear they look like some machines
Pointing beams
Tryna make it home by any mean
Serving
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