Song parody of
But Who Am I.?
by Johnny. Gah Damn.
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Please excuse my verbiage but I'd love a slurpee
Born to hustle I just gotta get it
2nd grade got detention for slanging candy at recess
We born different dawg
You ain't living how I'm living dawg
Born different wasn't born breathing
But we had other plans being thuggin since an infant
You can say the boy's gifted dawg
Truly sickening fill prescriptions out
Really ain't ready for the moves that we making
I'm talking ripping through the pavement
Ground Shaking Music
Earth quaking doomsday
Better watch how you say it or you goin lose him
Oh my goodness
Just so damn fluid
Then give me that roofless
That top bitch
Please excuse my verbiage
But I'd love a slurpee
As I try to find my train of thought
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
The 5’9 bandit with my pants still saggin
Not by choice but because the weight my pistol packin
Never lackin
Even when I’m just relaxing
Bout that action so my Nina get to cappin
No cap
But I don’t mean to be rude
My name is Haze baby gone and tell me sum thing bout you
I roll green up in the raw like it was Japanese food
I smoke for peace and piece of mind just like the Indians do
I keep it cool
Something like the mornings in May
But let somebody change the weather then the chopper gone rain
Bipolar In my verses just to keep em in vague
And lil confused the definition of my name
Young Haze
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
Please excuse my verbiage but I'd love a slurpee
Born to hustle I just gotta get it
2nd grade got detention for slanging candy at recess
We born different dawg
You ain't living how I'm living dawg
Born different wasn't born breathing
But we had other plans being thuggin since an infant
You can say the boy's gifted dawg
Truly sickening fill prescriptions out
Really ain't ready for the moves that we making
I'm talking ripping through the pavement
Ground Shaking Music
Earth quaking doomsday
Better watch how you say it or you goin lose him
Oh my goodness
Just so damn fluid
Then give me that roofless
That top bitch
Please excuse my verbiage
But I'd love a slurpee
As I try to find my train of thought
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
The 5’9 bandit with my pants still saggin
Not by choice but because the weight my pistol packin
Never lackin
Even when I’m just relaxing
Bout that action so my Nina get to cappin
No cap
But I don’t mean to be rude
My name is Haze baby gone and tell me sum thing bout you
I roll green up in the raw like it was Japanese food
I smoke for peace and piece of mind just like the Indians do
I keep it cool
Something like the mornings in May
But let somebody change the weather then the chopper gone rain
Bipolar In my verses just to keep em in vague
And lil confused the definition of my name
Young Haze
I be fucking up
But so fucking what
Is you trynna fuck
Acting like you ain't know who I was
