lirik lagu brad thomas – i get it
[hook: brad thomas]
you want the sh-t done for you? i get it
you wanna sleep past noon? i get it
you want a house with more room? i get it
another bite to consume? i get it
you need one more smoke, i get it
really one last toke, i get it
lemme tell you somethin’, you don’t wanna die for nothin’
if we talkin’ ’bout the money, yeah i get it, yeah i get it
[verse 1: brad thomas]
yeah i get it, got it good, i got a lot up on my plate
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my problems, i be talkin’ ’bout that cake
i try to stop myself from vomitin’ when you get in my face
throw banana peels behind me, yo i’m tryna win that race
move b-tch, get out the way
felt that resentment when sent outta state
middle fingers up when they said that it’s a better place
b-tch it’s texas, why you talkin’ like it’s heaven’s gates?
wait, i got nothin’ but respect for my fam boy
when i met joyner, couldn’t help but to fanboy
finger on the trigger and it felt like a bad choice
try to go to sleep and then i swear i heard my dad’s voice
f-cked up, keep it rollin’ like a lug nut
you done cuz, i’m michelangelo with the nunchucks
much love bruddah bruddah, pray for the young buck
i’ll be long gone by the time the f-ckin’ sun’s up
[chorus: roc]
word is bond, got no room for debate
we some natural born k!llers and we hear to demonstrate
we goin’ up, we gon’ flex like double joints
i get it, i get it, you hate that we winnin’
but we ain’t done yet, this is just the beginnin’
[hook: brad thomas]
you want the sh-t done for you? i get it
you wanna sleep past noon? i get it
you want a house with more room? i get it
another bite to consume? i get it
you need one more smoke, i get it
really one last toke, i get it
lemme tell you somethin’, you don’t wanna die for nothin’
if we talkin’ ’bout the money, yeah i get it, yeah i get it
[verse 2: baron b]
when it comes to side effects, better know i’m the worst
i’m stickin’ in yo’ head like a motherf-ckin’ curse
wrestle with emotions, give me a d-mn psych
i vision myself with wonder woman, call me chris pine
if you’re contemplatin’ in your head messin’ with k!ll the mic
ask yourself, what would we do for a klondike?
learning as i go along, i’m my own teacher
chalkboard fantasies, i’m a new creature
i’m baggin’ you like groceries, i’m usin’ all my sorcery
i’m publishin’ my poetry, certified like a notary
givin’ you h-ll, bet you wish you were in heaven
where the real demons dwell, grab yourself a new weapon
the pinnacle is reached, i’m a d-mn cottonmouth
damagin’ my body, i feel like i’m in a drought
p-ssin’ up a rope, what’s the point in that sh-t?
i admit to being a little bit of a misfit
d-mn
[chorus: roc]
word is bond, got no room for debate
we some natural born k!llers and we hear to demonstrate
we goin’ up, we gon’ flex like double joints
i get it, i get it, you hate that we winnin’
but we ain’t done yet, this is just the beginnin’
[hook: brad thomas]
you want the sh-t done for you? i get it
you wanna sleep past noon? i get it
you want a house with more room? i get it
another bite to consume? i get it
you need one more smoke, i get it
really one last toke, i get it
lemme tell you somethin’, you don’t wanna die for nothin’
if we talkin’ ’bout the money, yeah i get it, yeah i get it
[verse 3: roc]
y’all don’t want none, where i come from
it’s all homeboy rappin’ and dumb fun
got a pocket full of product from a club run
spark some up in salute to my loved ones
i’m a greasy vet, smokin’ pcf
when you least expect, you’ll meet an easy death
the type of brotha that gon’ mess around and ring your neck
so if you plot my downfall, you should redirect
bobbin’ and weavin’, the god, yes i’m speakin’
think you can come for my spot, then you dreamin’
depressed and can’t sleep, so it’s often i’m chiefin’
i guess i’m a flawed human bein’
homie i’m calm, collected, but bars is hectic
y’all stay in slumber like a narcoleptic
but success is the best revenge
that’s why i’m puttin’ in work this for my next of kin
[chorus: roc]
word is bond, got no room for debate
we some natural born k!llers and we hear to demonstrate
we goin’ up, we gon’ flex like double joints
i get it, i get it, you hate that we winnin’
but we ain’t done yet, this is just the beginnin’
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