lirik lagu pizza boy. – delicious breadsticks. (a f.a.i.r. one.)
[verse]
music unrelatable; undesirable
fans swear i’m lying, though
my blue heart remains, though i’ve been wounded so much, it should be violet
sent pet-tions to obama, he rejects ’em, i’ll keep trying, though
dwelling in that zone where no lion goes
laughing like a hyena because your mountain lion froze
steve jobs wasn’t a maverick
i’m mad at monopolies in the market, i see go and i go past it
i go in until there’s nothing left; cut a check; 2hunna
dollars, not a thousand; i’m broke in student housing
i’m choking on the bat, hands slippin’, girls pitchin’ from the mound and i get nervous, so i bunt then run around the bases like i hit a home run
but i never p-ssed the first one
and honestly, she’s basic, so why am i even playin’?
just sayin’
back to scheme, you’ll find me lounging and wondering why i heck i find ronda rousey arousing
pounce on any and everything in the kitchen i’ve found, and bring it back to my bedroom, cause my roommate ruined the couch when he brought that girl to the house, and he put his tongue in her mouth and put something else in a place that we don’t have to talk about
right?
cause that’s naaaasty
i’m like cleveland when i rap, so you traaaash me
but i’m cool; i’ll speed up when you catch up
for argument’s sake, let’s say you did
guess what?
time for the bic, thumb slides, and a fl1ck
dumb guys get close and get fried like they french
got a fire inside, it arrives when i spit
thought i meant a lighter? no, i’m describing my pen when it glides on a sheet and i’m vibing to beats, and you hate from the side like spike, but i leave on a jet with the win, i’m the king of new york
kickin’ it like the guy that i “sneaked” in the bar two lines ago
bouncer missed it
now romeo must die for spouting sl1ck, it’s-
really not worth it; k!ll the violence
oxymoron
playing footsie with a bucket hat; so much death on my brain
all these rappers are tucking packs… and gats… and girls… and racks
but each of them will crumble, if i mumble
yes, i rumble like the young man i am
quick dinners on a foreman grill
my facial hair is formin’ still…
i will get no listens on my raps, but trust, natalie portman will…
… that’s just the world we live in
what is struggle rap? rap is innately struggle
struggle against convention; struggle against the muzzle
if language isn’t art, then why did we take that cl-ss?
i’m in a computer lab, irritated with a pad, and a mouse on top, a blank google doc open, typing things that’ll spark a lot of hurt around your colon
i’m really just a golem, rolling down a hill
too grounded to smash a bird; no flounder in my palm ‘cause water k!lls
so what fish in the sea? i’ll stick to xhamster
teanna trump or belle knox, what’s the best answer?
i’m in urban dictionary next to “ain’t sh-t”
i’ll be productive after i heat up this banquet
i have no benjamins; i think i’m franklin
except i never left my sh-ll
rappers are ninja turtles, i wish them well, my job is thankless
any army of one, no vest, and i’m tankless…
… running in puff daddy’s house, like “take this.”
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- lirik lagu 10digits – fool for love
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