Songteksten

Alright kick back, relax and grab yourself a beverage Or hop if you wanna just bounce to my lev-er-age The evidence, as they say, is in the pudding So show me the money like my name was Cuba Gooding It ain't fools gold, it's gold fool Can't stop Won't stop keepin it old school (So cool) Big Spoon is my nom de plume I keep it poppin like a needle and a new balloon And if you don't know by now then you need more schoolin Let loose kid, get stupid Got more flavor than I know what to do with So get your hands up if you're part of the movement And bump to the bump to the bassline I made it rock before your phone had facetime Yessiree, you know my steeze I stay fresh to death like I'm drowning in febreze Up up and away we go Up up and it's making me glow Up up and away we go Up up and likin' it Up up and away Up and away I'm in pilot mode One step ahead on this xylophone That mean I'm bars farther speak dough Im bart's father This a homer of a hit Im all starring All eyes on ya boy im poseidon Wavy to you outsider Im more live-r Let me open up like this a door knocker And show you how I lay it down so proper No scholar but much class a gem found Under your nose like a mustache/ my pen splash Equivelant of a benzo - M class So fly my wardrobe come with jetlag Cautious though cuz my hooks is fresh crack So dope im a certified meth lab Pen addict that's been at it I been fresh On lines with my pen game that pinterest Thats June holla fame dollar game Something big like wallace you pocket change All about presidents no politician But for every big face ill be the running mate YES Hello Nurse, let me burst on this verse I rock steady but I never rehearse And ev-er-y verse I work is right on the money Yo I got more raps than a mummy, honey This be the boogie to jumpstart your ventricles Strapped on the track like tentacles I'll put the squeeze on these other mc's Cuttin imitators off at the knees, Oh please The way I'm rippin it up I never let up, so hold onto your butts And I'mma wake you up, show you how it's done I'll kick your swagger in the athletic cup, son I'm blessed to be spitting these rhymes Instead of sitting in a cubicle and losing my mind So this is my time to shine And I'mma do it so bright I'll make busters go blind
Writer(s): Aaron Winters Hatch, David Fahr Peterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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