Lyrics:
Eye got a dirty mouth
But eye always do the flossing
Broke hoe
Bitch you better get up off me
Fuck a bitch, elbows on the table
Whatchu offering
Nah
Hollows sticking to him like they're velcro, let's go
All my music is hard just like an elbow, let's go
Emotions in my song because I felt so
They
it,
I do what I want up in this life I don't stress it Haha,
bet I throw kicks & elbows like it's Teken,
I might go back to shell toes in a second,
Pull
You and me
And me and you in my little room
There's room enough for us to do
The things we like to do
Oops, I hit my elbow on the doorknob
You and me
And me and you in my little room
There's room enough for us to do
The things we like to do
Oops, I hit my elbow on the doorknob
I took a business trip
Down to Florida
I got a room at a Holiday Inn
There was an earthquake in California
Must be the reason why this place
You know this flows from out the ghetto
Scrape up the knees, scrape the elbows
Before I breeze I make the girl know
Scrape up the knees, scrape
now im in the crib got the new rug
payouts to my elbows
now im not around so they dont rub
you dont really make the playlist until you viral dog
now
Bruised up knees and elbows
Missing teeth and Velcro's
Pissy sheets and hormones
Memories I held on
(Remember when I had to hit)
Corner store
Down
getting grooved in the next room
I flow like, Russel Crowe in a beautiful mind
That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs
And I try to tell these
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stopping to pick up more, look
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stopping to pick up more, look
the heads know we hold the best endo
north cali all the way to Diego
slang elbows lay real low
nobody move in the room till we say so
king klick flip
And smoking Doja
It ain't been but a few
She acting like
She gon' take her clothes off
Boom boom boom
That's how we
Enter every room
All eyes and ears up
these thoughts
Of you laid down, I'm spoiling moods
Down the plains of dimness you see a spark rise
No more room for despair, its gonna be alright
They've
touch her elbows
Two bitches with me one black and one red bone
Hundreds in my pocket let the ones on the dance floor
Yeah that pussy good but baby do you
bang, my shit hammer meeting anvil
Let a nigga say he lit, then we blowin' out his candle
Word up on the track is like some dancers
Elbows on the table
I'm seeing my doom (doom)
Being alone in my room (room)
Why I keep seeing my doom (doom)
I'm going back to the wishing well(yeah)
Know that shit ain't
was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stopping to pick up more, look out
Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too
Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms!
And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room
I flow
pop’s room in
A costume and a black beret
Perhaps I may have gone too far
By telling her my business booms
I take my Bentley off-road, oh
And also that my
to heed without hesitation
I continue south with my lips on your torso
My tongue probing your belly and even lower
Where your legs part to give me
Room
A spot like this becomes serene
I'm glad you're here, I have no fear
[Chorus]
We trip the shrooms fantastic and shit gets drastic
Elbow pull and kick
or two throws
I'm dropping 'em outta high school, straight into the pros
Who knows? I know and I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
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