Lyrics:
And outta yo mouth please keep my name
'cause verbally you herd of the t-e-see
But why chase after he you cannot see
(Voice box)
Somebody, somewhere,
love's too much, done been shot in my heart by Cupid
Confused by lust, my heart's busy being misused and
Gave you all of my trust, but you took it from me
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir's NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I'm left with Grandmother's photo box: Kjell sitting there in ballet shoes.
(Hey hey)
This is a warning to those of you
Who have and have not
Heard my music before
(Love and no trust)
In this album I describe the way I feel
Yeah, Christocentric, a note to believers
Yo Si, (What up Dave) what's the thesis of this album?
The thesis? Glad you asked bro, see, the thesis
stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock (What?)
Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated
you mean by a "Chinese woman driving"?
Is-is that like a metaphor or something?
I would rather trust a fucking Chinese woman driving
Because at least I
Yeah boy, I'm out the box with this one.
Pack it up.
Grabbed some soul down in New Orleans
Put it all in a U-Haul truck.
I'm not gon wait for you
me and my pen like P-Framp with a talk box
You know me I'm in the whip
With a circle small as fuck cause I dont need a new expense
I hit bottom by my
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain't nobody jackin' me
Before you do, you be layin' in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye,
appreciated, but not by the girls who tellin’ me that I’ll make it
But by my closest niggas who talk real but they fake it
I’m unappreciated, everything you hear
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
hangin' by myself
Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude)
Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I
box's bursting
Oh shit the fuse box's bursting
Oh shit the fuse box's bursting
How are you gonna convince me this isn't hurting
How're you gonna convince
Yeah
We could catch a vibe, me and you side to side
I could feel the energy by looking in your eyes
We only live once why we wasting all this time?
Bumping Jeezy first album looking distracted
Speaking language only we know, you think is an accent
The windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it
as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin' like a ? box
[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake
hit the weights, i like to box
I ride 4wheelers man i can teach you boys a lot
Sunday morning get ya blessing, it's a preacher in my pops
Doing
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
it's fuck you
I gave you everything I got, I really loved you
And I done gave your ass a lot, now I can't trust you
She put my heart up in a box, I can't
killed my enemys, occupy guns
Say goodbye cause you only die once
My minds grotesque and so ugly, so focused, so hungry
Trust me, young Gene Simmons,
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