Lyrics:
I'm In my head again
All these nights alone
When I know you're with him
Baby I wish I treated you more delicate
I need you to know that you're
anointed an off key accordion looking for that tune to shoot me to the moon
Taunted by the witches broom and the black cat in the black hat
nothing like Dr.
on cloud nine my head feels like a spaceship
Everything brought in by cases flip cup and we racing
Don't know if we'll make it the vibe is so crazy so damn
conflicting
Everybody wants to be friends
(Now that's convenient)
Where were you last year
Before we hit the high gear
When nobody cared?
These copy cats are
I got pins and needles up all over my body cause everybody keep on sleepin up on me
Next time somebody sneakin up on me Ill cut they head off, they
embrace, need to chase,
And as a result our hard work goes to waste.
So we turn the page, pick up playing the bass
And enticed by the sound realm, start
chemically
Compounded, leave'em dumbfounded
My abilities all rounded, get a lil hounded
Surrounded by astounded, s'what the crown did
Heavy the head it
...She got
Head held high when she talk
She steps like a cat on the catwalk
Pouts spite all that she's bought
High heels leave her standing tall
She
Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin
grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil
[rah digga]
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with
I won't see you
I've got a head like a soaking sponge
I've got a tongue like a little slug
I won't be bugged by trivia
I love my Carl
I love
again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
You little suckers know better, I go head up
If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
a life, you took it by the tail
And you swirled it around your head
And you thrashed it, you smashed the life out of it
And you knew that it would be
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
did you learn this behavior, honey?
Wandering Yaletown a quarter to death
Dead right and if you have the money
There's always a cat in a hat who can
full blast, didn't splash
He'd act like his head was too big for the casket
I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
You ain't been in these projects
when he 'ttack
Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back
Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket
Head nappy, black
wide-screen TVs, in the head
You like the living dead cuz you won't be back
The cat you thought was on, throwin' you off-track (oh oh oh)
Can't do that,
been trying to correct that
Me head went “smack back!”
Because you're real different
Not the usual model I've attracted
Yeah I've been practised
ct
chains that our world has provided
I watch these bullets fly by my head
they want me to wind up dead
when I’m in battle you know I’ll always fight
and in my head, I hear finish her
Finish her finish him I will finish all of them
Wives and husbands killed by the dozen
It's almost like revelations
Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
This is the shit that you Jugg to
Pussy gotta cat
I got hell to put fire too
Mice wanna rat
I know big game trap
That'll blow
a quarter while a dime just give me head
She knows that JP a wonder, that why he gets so much bread
Everyday just need to count because you'll never get it
Discuss these matchbox by the head cat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In