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Hop the gravy train the drums is here and I ain't talking chicken
Awful lotta barking coming from my heart of heart's division
Square my bag strap holders, X on my controller
Often zoning out so f*ck a spark there ain't ignition
Afterparty stank
Literally
Throw up in the kitchen
Broken bottles on the pavement, curbside some pretty bitches
One step forward two step back is way too way too inefficient
Better walk my ass home before the blue hats come
Game I should've had some
Just another opportunity I passed up
Trees breezy dizzy swirly now I'm by the gas pump
Breathe easy, I left my feelings by the trash dump
At the red light just a block from my land son
Here come the pigs swerving around to where I'm standing
Where you going where you coming from, where's your daschunds
What's that in your pants, wait wait wait wait not so fast son
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
Where your mommas at boy where your commas at
This ain't a commissary or a compliment
This ain't a ball pit at McDonalds but I'm all in
And if Ronald had a durag it would be all spin
Hooping like some earrings on my grandma's appearance
Before my balls dropped I had no mental interference
Caught them at the crossroads, flagging the appearance
He a has been, play with him like hasbro
I look like Aladdin, I move like gelato
I'm feeling your passion, I raise you the facts though
I'm raising the standard, I'm chasing a fat sack, like Santa no hat
Aight, aight, aight
I get it
Like likes like and I ain't like one of them
Gave me a million trillion reasons not to like one of them
Head on the flats and my nikes on the rim
Like Carter's hand I'm cuffed right in the loops
And I write till my hands expire I'm going bad son
I'm going postal like where are my stamps son
Piss on your parade I got no problem being viewed as jaded
Had to send my ass home 'cause laugh they got the last one
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
I'm just too gassed up
Finger twitching, ring silver fitted
Walk the zebra, ETA a minute
Popcorn ceiling, pillow super chilling
What the f*ck just happened at the intersection
Copped the new kicks my old ones the groove loosened
Need some Heinz, grey poupon, got wonder coupons
Need a new hat, brim wide to block the blue ones
'Cause only sun can pass through my cool view-ons
Hold the futon and make space for extra mattress
Y'all sleeping on the fact it's new badge, old habits
And the big brass still blow the masses
Ain't no sugarcoating molasses
(feel the jazz swing, and the clav twang)
All aboard the locomotive I'mma have to pass up
'Cause yeah the track runs but I guess I'm at my last stop

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