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6 Foot 7 Foot

Karmin

Covers, Vol. 1

2011

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call me Al

barred ya damn neck
Back for more give me the floor
I think it's time to settle the score
The letters on the Ouija board form the bars that I record

all the tension
That's slowing building up
I think I'm losing my mind
I need something to cheer me up
And only you can cheer mine
So whatchu' thinking

What the fuck is supposed to happen
When them feds get to snapping
Get the bitch or get the bag
I ain't never gave a fuck about no ass
Call me Martin
By

promise
Now I got life and that in abundance
You can say papi gave me options (Let's go)
I love hustle like Lauren London
Used to give pics like Thomas

and have no ill intent it's bound to be
I've got a team that will burn the city to the ground for me
We'll build it up again from the ashes just for all

lit fire bro, you got anything for me"
And well... You'll show em this shit

You can suck my dick for all I care
Doesn't matter where you are
I'll meet

Bitch this this my and y'all just some tourist 
That is so foreign I am not for it 
Niggas got me twisted like a contortion
High as a kite man I swear

please don't quote me
'Cuz Ive always had good in my heart
But it hard to see the light when you trapped in the dark

I feel a change coming don't talk

the games
Who the fuck you tryin ta play
I've been privy to you lames ever since I got betrayed
Who you mothafuckas think your talkin to
Your barely even

your body and feel no pain
Couple pages still hidden by the CIA
Wasn't this about how much I get paid
Excuse me I was harmonizing my ways
And tryna put

at fame
Or am I a still image in a frame
Still stuck with heartache an pain
I've had everything taken from me
All that remains are the scars you see
This

'm nastier than duck soup.
She call me daddy but I make her scream ‘uncle'.
If love is war I fight 'till I bruise my knuckles.
I've been lookin' for you girl

You think I'm really joking
I guess you don't know me enough
I get it I'm soft spoken
But now you gon' hear me out
You tell me that I'm worthless

money long
She said I've only got 2 sons & your the eldest one
Your little sister really cried when your brother was in the slum
I know mum we're just

thing to plan
They say its too much sacrifice like its the only thing I have
But to truly read these cards you got to play with your own hand
So for 15

make moves with,

Some people hate me, I find it amusing, my name in they mouth like a toothpick,

Yeah I still got niggas who’ll pull up and shoot shit,

wings
I really wanna fly, is it fate that I'm stuck in these limbs?
Eish, I dont think I've lived since
I was just a child, I was closer to the ground

think that means I've got no time for your shit
People been saying I've been pulling them down
While I'm still here, still holding my crown
Y'all will

me
All their fucking problems
"End me" on their Instagram
They got some followers and think they pretty
All of them depressed
I guess they all just

or no questions
Don’t know the answers though
I guess the less I know the better
At least that’s what I’ve been told
By Tame Impala, call your Mama
Tell

Lately
I've been thinking alot about the recent Happenings
And honestly within me there has been alot of questioning
Those kind of questions wey dey

Can’t forget they did me wrong
I think bout it every day
And I know once I get on
They gone all be in my face
Tryna holla at da kid
Like they ain’t front

just sitting by the trap
If a girl say she love me then I don't believe her
I don't wanna hear your shit like I'm Holyfield
Busting nuts and next thing