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Goats

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Goats was released on January 8, 2021 by US: TheFolks as a part of the album TrPlex Vol. II - EP

Song Details

AlbumTrPlex Vol. II - EP

Release DateJanuary 8, 2021

LabelUS: TheFolks

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Us: TheFolks

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Eric C. Mandy

Songwriter, Arranger

Ang'Geon Emetrea Jeffrey

Ang'Geon Emetrea Jeffrey

Songwriter, Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Gilbert Gills Valenzuela

Gilbert Gills Valenzuela

Vocal Recording Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Ang'Geon Emetrea Jeffrey

Ang'Geon Emetrea Jeffrey

Producer

Lyrics

- PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA -

[COMEDIAN]:

The dog would command him: "I MUST GO!"

Let me hit this inhaler, real quick

Uh, yo!

Let’s be about it!

Don’t beat around it

I’m what you dream and read about

And hear about

I got no fear or doubts

Take the scenic route that I can see without

My inhaler, I can’t breathe without

Let’s bring em out and watch them titties bounce!

Write a check and hope it doesn’t bounce

Smoke a blunt and chug a 20 ounce

I changed the fade until the dreads grew out

Chase the money to the bank account

So it’s never running out

**** run them jewels and then they running routes

Just spit my verses like a running spout

I got my dick inside my neighbor’s spouse

All this dick that she been dreaming ‘bout

She cleaning house

I call her “semen mouth”

I get my veggies from my local Sprout’s

They walk inside the holy house

Unload the clip and let the demons out!

I’m an Eagles fan like Michael Trout

And when I bust the Nikes out

I let my inner Michael Jordan out

Dropped 81 and took the Kobe route

He’s The Mamba I’m the cottonmouth

Chasing goats is playing cat and mouse

You using ghosts to lay your verses out

To be the best to come from worse

It needs to first start with word of mouth

A couple grams in the Canna-cone

Boarding flight with the metronome

Fell in love with the flyest song

Can't deny that you feel in your bones

Tell it twice, double tap it when you see it on your phone

Couple grams in the Canna-cone

Boarding flight with the metronome

Fell in love with the flyest song

Can't deny that you feel in your bones

Tell it twice, double tap it when you see it on your phone

(See it on your phone)

Now, If the devil wears MAGA

And hoes bear a lot of...

Exposed clothing close to nada

Never paired Balenciaga with the attitude of Prada

Catch the drip with no galoshes

It's a rain game, GOSH BITCH!

Get your thunder coat or you can get it soaked

Stoked off just the way these rhymes seem to make them smoke

Here, hold these thunder bolts

Better yet, drop "deez Bos in your Jos"

We can let them hang

Swanging boastful, Billy both coasts

( Dang, yo! )

So, Listen up close for notations enclosed

In quotations, make those vocations exposed

Occupation:

A Poet who's occasionally stoic

Operation with no doctorate but the doctor would approve he could operate

Meanwhile...

Mother used to PCP, running in the streets

So it's only necessary that you saying, "OMG!"

When you hear me on my beats

Now, the cypher be completely complementing me

To the fullest pedigree, dog

More media light

No remedial like (uhhhh )

Go "Bump in the Night"

Psyche! All right, here's a message

WE: can sign it off tonight

Then it's mailing out to you

Could you tell me, what's the use?

Accumulation revenue? Wait!

Got to bring them out, revisions overdue, great!

How they ate your stakes and even took the plate with them, too?

And what's a fake to silver spoon?

Ain’t no telling when felons fell

Who in the hell created heaven?

Unable to spell, age 7

You's a L-7 with squared edges

I True-Royale ledges and rails without lessons

I out-dress them

You toss salad without dressing (UGH!)

Brown-nosing

Skater posing

Laundry folding and film rolling

Rolling stoned

Still smoking ( light it up )...Tri-tips!

Tre flip switch

High-kick my side bitch (Bye Felicia!)

Tip the 5th to side then flick the light switch

'Cause it’s lights out when I swish

In my Nike swoosh I glued over my K-Swiss

I keep the flow basic

Whatever I’m faced with

I switched up the stroke 'cause I know she can’t take it

Fascinated, emancipated I’m glad you made it

Inflated!

Infatuated with ass and girls who shake it

There’s no mistaken

Just more inflation, gentrification, gratification

My manifestation:

Thanks for your patience by patiently waiting

I spit a piece of creation I keep in the basement

And give it the lock and key to keep it the safest

I’m the key to The Matrix

A couple grams in the Canna-cone

Boarding flight with the metronome

Fell in love with the flyest song

Can't deny that you felt in your bones

Tap it twice

Double tap it when you see it on your phone

See it on your phone

Written by: Ang'Geon Emetrea Jeffrey, Eric C. Mandy

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