Lyrics:
don't beat me up is on my birthday.
BRIAN
Oh shut up.
BEN
Well, your type makes me sick! You come in here, you get treated like
Royalty, and everyone
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
in the air?
Yo did I make moves, did I make moves?
Yo, ow! Did I make moves yo, so check it out, yo
This is a theory that I've come up with
you you would end
Up being pushed around and more
Likely to suffer violence because
Of your desire to avoid it you
Had no choice if you
Were to have any
glocks
Pulling up deep like a flock
These niggas pissing on dey jocks
I been out in space ya my mind been floating
I'm just hoping
I can start a big motion
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
That I could go gold
platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load
swear on intuition
Always trust your gut or end up crushed by your decisions
The incision helps to open up, chose a prose scalpel
Slicing through
steady, impressed by my resume
Looking straight into the eye of the reaper every day, I
Shook mistakes off my mind, I'm more alive inside the present day
I
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
up
Get out of your head
Out of your state
Out of your bed
Up and awake
Up in a 1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4 Yeah
So out of pocket you fly like a rocket
Take off
though
Scales looking shinier than gold on your throat though
Frame of view wider than a lens on a gopro
I guess I don't fit up in the hood though
Yeah
I
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
broke niggas still fucked up in the game
Make me want to choke niggas shittin' on my name
Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain
pace make
A pace move for me electric when I slide shock they mind rock they feet stony on
That hill
Hard pill to swallow what they see another black
I'm walking with that stick
Make surе I'm gon ball when I'm done
I only talk to the monеy
So your hoe talk with her tongue
Diamonds white, like the moon
head is at their height
Or you grab the system and you flip it by the head
I'm a take control and make a villain with this red
They don't look out for
on your shoulder, The Devil on mine
Gold isn't gold 'less it's tested by fire
No Tony Stark but we stronger with iron
The ground here feel Rocky but we
disguise you can suck my dick
Ima lay down look up in the sky smoke cake mix
You never heard this in your life this some punk ass shit
Punk as fuck so I
Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.
Drugs, That's a life of glamour
Comes crashing on your hopes like
the vape, a little bit closer
Inhale the plant till the shit disappears the rise up offa the sofa
They make commercials and billboards and approach you with
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
'bout the golden gift that's trapped up in your mind
Gold soul theory, Indigo's on the rise
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