Old Spice

I fuck with Khalifa and that's Either Wiz or Mia Shoutout to the rocket-man Burning up Korea (yeah, so) All I ever Wanted was my Own Angelina I sit down with my preacher Say we need a different leader huh I know that I'm talking 'bout Drugs an awful very lot But what else do you want from me? Guess that's what I'm all about Couple bags, a bottle, I'm Stuck, hey can you get me out? Cooking up Old Spice Yes, I feel like Terry now Now put your ears to speaker That's me I hope that you're proud, dear teacher We'll see Regarding short bus, I know that this counts But most of 'em sound so cheap, almost free I'm naked down to my socks If chilly turns in to hot, best believe I won't flee It goes one fine day All of his work will set him free, and it Won't be long until folks on the hill Will turn and see that The boy way down in the boondocks made a couple Bucks, all he need is a couple more, nah Lord have mercy, the soul is the Only thing left to keep But the boy way down in the boondocks looks at the Moon, that's all he see The lights from the house on the hill is All he really need Dropping solo's, all the bars locked Run this shit 'till after I drop This my die-aria, like Bach or Chewie Down the line I'll stop I hear it's lonely at the top To sum it up they'll want my knob Most of 'em will schlob With every ounce of power they got Built my own studio So the quality's controlled You should turn the radio off The hype ain't what you're told I'll be pushing new waves way Until after I'm old So you better get your ark up Before the lumber's sold I'm on that Russ shit, do it my own Producing, mixing, master from home Originality, quality, flow, bars, and vibe Put all in one song Already oversea, nowhere to go Green in grocery, pockets is low Broccoli thinking I'm healthy as shit But look in the mirror, I gotta say 'no' Couple of dudes I know stuck in the past Ain't sticking around, Imma pull up real fast All of my limits I think they could die Killing the sky, my rocket has passed Full of pizzazz, I do what want "How 'bout you feature me?" How 'bout I don't Dripping in cool, look at my style Here for while, so get used to that Too swamped to remain a loner I'm Shrek and you'll be Fiona Two onions with sweet aroma It goes one fine day All of his work will set him free, and it Won't be long until folks on the hill Will turn and see that The boy way down in the boondocks made a couple Bucks, all he need is a couple more, nah Lord have mercy, the soul is the Only thing left to keep But the boy way down in the boondocks looks at the Moon, that's all he see The lights from the house on the hill is All he really need