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I'mma take 'em back to the days When we used to stay Down in the basement Jack Frost was comin' The winter was among us and the snow fell hard So we got so fucked up we couldn't feel the cold Your neck all gold and your wrists all froze But what the fuck that mean when the reaper at your door? The weakness in your flow I peeked it from the jump Whole body numb every day I'm fucked up Don't mean to showboat But I am just so-so Deaf like Dupree when I'm hearin' your solo My pants is cargo The blunt like Sade Smooth operatin' 'til we all get paid Hey You got cash to blow That's fine, I still know a better place it could go Like a Detroit group home Rock like Cubone BONES stay spittin' like a motherfuckin' tooth gone Everything fine, everything good I don't got shit to complain about Earth fucked up, everybody fucked There ain't no point for me to show I'm like the Mink Man I sic my dogs on ya I'm like the fish man Put a fish tank in your Civic So prolific .44 tippin' Keep a 33 on my back like Pippen For all y'all trippin' No more bitchin' To me, motherfucker You know I can't give in Way too focused I'm way too noticed, the young Russian prince And I ain't even fuckin' from there No one compares to us, it's almost unfair Swear on my mama it isn't You could scream in our direction Still never get our attention (What) Everything fine, everything good I don't got shit to complain about Earth fucked up, everybody fucked There ain't no point for me to show
Writer(s): Elmo Kennedy O'connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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