Lyrics:
to quit
Pull the plug on my consciousness, tell my heart
Sayonara, no tomorrow, I'm not fond of being haunted
By the thought of no tomorrow
But there is.
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
What if this is the best version?
Like
Is my family proud
Stop and see me now?
Wouldn't it be?
Shouldn't it be?
Couldn't it be nice?
But see these
You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us
like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files
Got flavor, more than big shavers
RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record
channeling to them and let them sleep if they have time for a nap or gently wake them by whispering to them or nudging them.
This source of universal love is
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
real versions of our aversions
The things we so call hide for a prettier face
Why shouldn't we be allowed to not have a facade
Why should every one of us
Perversion of your self
Lied to by regulators
A version of myself
Shaming my human nature
An image of your life
Constructed for the standards
Why let
Poppin off, wavin at the world while i fly by
Takin my shot like a drive by
Cruisin out travelling to who knows when
Stoppin off pickin up all of my
How can one become so bounded
By choices that somebody else makes?
How come we've both become a version
Of a person we don't even like?
We're
a whispering man sound as if he cries,
Saturday
Saturday, oh Saturday
How cruel of you to go away
You turn us on and you don't even have the decency to stay
We
no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
(Big squad)
All of niggas got attitude
(Hot shot)
You want a proof nigga play the tune
Non stop
Now you can see where we headed to
(95)
280 reppin
shit and leave us alone
Just stop
Don't fucking threaten love
Shut up
I will cut your fucking hearth out
You fill a hole in my soul
Which was
when l recall the times
When all we had was a box full of dimes
When all we had was you believing in my rhymes
You kept whispering baby no crimes
One
A small crowd to watch us polka dance
I triple-step by her
She triple-steps by me
We turn and twirl like a top till we are dizzy
I circle her, opa!
She
[Chorus]
Ride wid us, ride ride [x8]
[Tiger S]
Do you want to ride wit us,
We won't stop till you've had enough.
Do you want to ride wit us
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