音乐视频
制作
作曲和作词
Robert Thibodeau
词曲作者
制作和工程
Bobby Thibs
制作人
Brian Rosa
混音工程师
歌词
Wake up and I hop off my cross
Get a little vain when I speak 'bout the lord
And her tongue on my foreskin like drip in the faucet
If she get pregnant I want an abortion
Been more than a force since I skipped on my chores
While my parent both fought till they got a divorce
Remorse all the portions to morph to endorphins
I open my mind so my brain can absorb
Oh and behold it's Jehov of utopia
Lungs full of drugs till the doves bring ambrosia
Used to explode now I keep my composure
Now that I'm older the chip on my shoulder it ain't going nowhere
Should of learned magic instead I classed clowned
Now I'm trying to turn a talent to a cash cow
Looking in the mirror but I'm in a madhouse
So I'm getting fucked up till I figure out how
How
Why you even fuck with that bloke he's so odd
A gross slob that coasts by with no job
And he boggart the joint and I ain't even go hard
Whats that I just go sideshow bob
My cups to sky it's so dope I'm alive
And the smoke drains my lungs till the blood fills my eyes
She wanna good time so I grope on her thighs
Then I fucked her mind can I get a cosign
Blow a dope line mean my rhymes not my sinus
And for the time being you can call me your highness
Break em like hymens inside of vaginas
Awaken their minds when I chime some divineness
Gross lines but the flow is fantastic
Going through your town hop on my bandwagon
If they say I'm whack they was being sarcastic
They don't even know
They don't even know
They don't even know
Writer(s): Bobby Thibs
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