Lyrics:
I just hit Greece
Rome geez I gotta hit Dallas
No matter the place I'm at
I'm having my steak and salad
No matter the place I'm at
I'm having my steak
But when we sit for dinner
We know the short forks for the salad
You have a jar of butterflies
That you look at and laugh
How could these wings how
word, but ain't stick to the stipulations
The judge throw them numbers, you far from bein' complacent
Now both of y'all in the slammer, headed in
interrupting me
Yes yes yes alright folks allow me to introduce myself
I am Big T and we got my main man Internet Salad and Patty-Cakes on the mic
And we got
thinking in yellow
I'm clocking these lemons
Babes got melons
I want a fruit salad
Babes got melons
I want a fruit salad
Can't move orange like ed
I wont
[Hook]
Fried calamari, fruit platters with the extra berries
Cruise date, vegan burger salad with the dressin'
I'm not to social not a problem that
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
Wicked, I get all high
Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes
That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year
We do this
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
the word get sprung and drink it with your down chromies
That's another word for sahobs, patna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year we do this shit
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
Can we dim the lights please
Thank you
When you listen to this
You better believe
That my words are real
I don't need a beat
You walked into class
feelin' clean out of sight
We ate tonight at Fairfax and 3rd
We're gonna spread the news and give you the word
We hope that soon you'll eat like we did
At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest, unexpressed
I hate parading my
Check it out yo
For all my muthafuckin' niggas, word to Hurb
We got stupider
Runnin' mad circles round your
Crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn,
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
words come of God, you could never out-rap us
Nowadays gotta walk cautious, ayy
Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy
Game dead, no autopsy, ayy
City girl
a dollar
You can join the salad, I'm splitting your tomata
Ball 'cause I gotta, you'll love me in the morning
I told her I'm a king, them other niggas
I'm a rebel
Bass and treble
I'm a hip hopper
Word smith sorcerer
I'm a rebel
Bass and treble
I'm a hip hopper
Word smith sorcerer
I'm nice with
And shortly I learned the words to 'em
Nerf balls, I threw 'em
But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus
Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause
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