Lyrics:
decides to step up
You, what's your function?
Mine's to hit you like percussion
Some need to think twice before they be coming in and rushing
Yes,
a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
the spirit
(Getting the spirit)
Oh in the dark
We`re gonna do it one more time
It`s just like Sally Walker
Sitting in that great big flying saucer
Hey,
ghostly and Gastly like Emily
What's up Em? Remember when I used to uh, get drunk in your basement?
Ay what's up L.P. I see you... Glover what's up girl?
never find fulfillment in these hollow fucking guys
Tell me how you resonate with anything I say
I can't say it to your face because I don't know what I
the money fast, you niggas know what I'd done (ayy)
Got scorpions on it, you niggas know how they coming (know how they comin')
Balled in Europe all summer,
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
the spirit
(Getting the spirit)
Oh in the dark
We`re gonna do it one more time
It`s just like Sally Walker
Sitting in that great big flying saucer
Hey,
days
And I love you so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your love away from me, aha-oh
Now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she
a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live
beat your meat
What you tryna front for
I show up to your front door
Chubby Jag sent address in his last text
I'll mask up like Daylyt, broad daylight
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
and get hit with a chair
Custom made muzzle, it look like a flare
Countin' a million by hand, you don't know the feeling, I wish you was there
You want
that's how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having, to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only
Smooth as White Star Extra Dry Moet Chandon
And I'll slip it in your mouth like a Bon-Bon
Ya know what I'm sayin', baby?
I'm Mr. Goodbar, yeah
So,
Smooth as White Star Extra Dry Moet Chandon
And I'll slip it in your mouth like a Bon-Bon
Ya know what I'm sayin', baby?
I'm Mr. Goodbar, yeah
So,
Badass motherfucker, you know I am
Breaking necks and fuckin' up the program
Fuck your rules, I obey no mans
Raging like a bull
Everybody wanna be
pick you up
'Cause we are barkers
We are cheaters
We are liars
We are thieves
We're in the business of denial
Yeah we are selling you your dreams
And we
ever be resolved, but
Cooing as such won't ever have it solved
What better than to
Untarnish the servants and torture the gods?
Here, take a bag. Join in
unseen, the tenants too relaxed
The standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames
They treat me like I'm them, they hate, I overcame
Refuse
in my wardrobe
Floating on my walk home
Whole team was just one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Sometimes I just need
I hope you're feeling OK, I hope you've had a good day.
And when you knock upon my door I hope you're ready to play.
I think he knows what to do, I
My wardrobe is full of poison as I'm drowning in it
This war is making me feel like I could take my final breathe
I can't escape the feeling
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