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Let me tell y'all what this must be A couple keys wrapped under the Christmas tree A few panhandlin', black Mandarins One off of Candler and the others off of Campbellton, uh Eye level, they wanna see us But it's hard to chop a sequoia to a tree stump with a butter knife That shit would take an eon I was ridin' down E. Ponce de Leon with my nigga Keyon Seen a fly girl in some Yves Saint Laurent's I was like "Ooh, girl, you Beyoncé? You could be my fiancé" What's your name? She said Dion Cool, that's unisex, I'm thinkin' how I can get me and you to sex Lil' jokey-joke, Jiddy J.I.D, Marty Mar Never had an Audemar and never drove a foreign car I'm just a gifted ass Georgia boy It's a difference between gifts and talent, so peep the balance Nigga been workin' until his hand get calluses Tryna eat somethin' fatter than DJ Khaled is Mind scrabble, dibble dabble, slam the gavel Long travel roads, fuckin' hoes Probably won't get on til I'm fucking old I ripped the teeth out from under your brain, these drums is insane I'm out of my space-time continuum frame And I had to throw my hands up, rock your head like the ninja You couldn't fit on this if it was wide as the Pacific I'm tired of tusslin' with ya', I'm tired of bussin' with ya' Dawg, it's been nuts since we was taking little rusty pictures Fuck you niggas, step on, step on up Take yo' ass right back to school, now with a million paper cuts Wake the dead up out their sleep, y'all with a message I don't mess As I'm caught up in the embrace of her dreamy labias And them freaky flow of patterns cheerin' and clappin' at us Really, we've yet to act up And we strapped up, high like NASA, so I suggest you back up If I fell out of my head, suspended in the lap of a real goddess She look down while canoein' through that silver linin' Would you still try me? With that safety on, darlin', would you still eye me? Feel like the type to loan pearls out, interest steady climbing Hi, Miss, you gon' have to rotate now, I miss steady shining Guess I hit the game like Kanye had did Heads up, woulda been clutch, right? Really tryin', God, not to miss my window Blind sniper in the dark of the night Back spasms for the nights you napped on Back crackin', black boner all up in her backbone Stop actin', shed that skin, pop the capsule Leave your body back home Then Bankhead Bounce to the other side of life, I get my naps on Bear that shit My skin's a target, hard to compare that shit If it look good on you, then they gon' hate than a bitch Wear that shit, rule of thumb Cowards scared as fuck to do what ain't been done I'm just scared as fuck to show up to God with the "I ain't done" Look on my face, I ain't one to run in place And try and not to pull a Drac' 'cause it's my first time in here Really caught me at the fuckin' worst time in here West Side, so you know it's hearse time in here So don't you dare act like we never been here before In yo' principal office, been suspended before Put some acid on your tongue, I recommended it, bro Earth, wind, fire, air bendin' these hoes And don't you dare act like we never been here before Mama watched me, wondered where the fuck my energy go Probably the same place where my memories go To infinity, bro, you ain't feelin' me though From the land of red clay and lottery worship Where all of these murders is definitely probably on purpose And all the colicky children getting put out of the churches The preacher mean-muggin' your mama like, "Swallow ya' words, bitch!" What makes a prodigy worthless? How 'bout taking a shitty job 'cause economy hurtin'? When you see the face of God, you ain't gotta be nervous Especially if in your life you tried to follow your purpose You could've been a serial killer with the coolest symbol Three razor cuts in the forehead of the fifth victim Illuminati, numerology, triangular prism Pendulum swingin', maybe later I'll be bangin' some bitches Ain't gotta explain to you niggas, we all know danger's appealin' We all know pain's the realest way to try to say what you feelin' It's amazin', got malaise from my illness And that's a double entendre, but I don't expect y'all to feel this Not from the dreamy bohemian or the loopiest nubian Got the gluteus maximus? Then we makin' a movie Doctur D's the definition of a perfect lunatic That means I'll probably fuckin' lose it if I catch the moon a bit Ben Hill, southwest, where my fuckin' goonies live They all'a murk you for my baby brother if you fool with him And I'm the lamest nigga in the squad and I'm like Superman So it probably would behoove you to try to and be cool with them My umbilical was cut by the horses bite 'Cause I was born in a manger on the darkest night I was born in the danger, I was forced to fight Forced to learn the Force before the night that Obi-Wan could die A lot of dilated eyes claim to see the light But all they ever see is seeds and saplings die So who's the victim, look inside Ight And don't you dare act like we never been here before Red carpet on my toes, red Haans on the Coal And you can stare like a nigga never been here before We'll be wringin' out your soul when the feeling gets old So don't you dare act like we never been here before In yo' principal office, been suspended before Put some acid on your tongue, I recommended it, bro Earth, wind, fire, air bendin' these hoes And don't you dare act like we never been here before Mama watched me, wondered where the fuck my energy go Probably the same place where my memories go To infinity, bro, you ain't feelin' me though And don't you dare act like we never been here before Mama watched me, wondered where the fuck my energy go Probably the same place where my memories go To infinity, bro, you ain't feelin' me though
Writer(s): Olu O. Fann, Eian Undrai Parker, Destin Route Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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