Lyrics:
I'm on a rampage, rippin' up the damn stage
Wartime fate dealer, some say renegade
Part-time psycho, sippin' on lemonade
Don't want trouble but
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never
away my space game
I broke through the carbonite that's how I got free
Jabba, back up, because there's no stopping me
Post-modern player,
[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Taking so much drugs, I lost my focus
No way out depression, need a Moses
Swimming in daydreams, surrounded by crocus
Swimming
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
let 'em hype you
Shit bag, give his ass a diaper (pussy)
Thirty-five hundred got him gone (yeah)
He got shanked by a lifer (21)
Put your bitch up
roll on me
This my cake stance
Got two slides one day, made eight bands
You made what doing what? Shut up
Yo bitch in my DM talking 'bout, "What's up
spider? "
The zipper from the black lagoon?
The vents by the tanks where the bubbles go up?
(and the flaps on the side of the moon)
The jelly & paint
niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
My circle small but regardless, my circumference official
My clothes
You MIGHT hear an unusual sound
Listen for the BOOM and THUMP, and BOOM and THUMP
As the emu's head bobs up and down
How strange and funny the emus are
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
This one is for all the Directors holding it down
Handshake straight up wouldn't even exist without you all
I see you, working tirelessly without any
not hold up
We gotta keep going until the doors close shut
You got up you wish me bad, allright just well listen back
We ain't stopping until we
the domain where err'body play God
The underlings is king
Ordering more by the card
Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "yeah"
Give a new meaning
art, from one up to eight, never
Ain't got the power, ain't got the strength
Call up Bob the Builder, to fix with a wrench
Some of my dreams, getting
brother.
Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong
Show that woman that you're a sincere black man
All we need to do is see you shut up
don't
We'll never make it
Tom snow
Holy shit (what)
I thought you'd never shut up man
But what do you care about that chick
But you've got dozens waiting
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
My circle small but regardless, my circumference official
My clothes
strike-outs, six no-hitters to date
There's 57 shut-outs, right up against 300 wins
And on the very first ballot, the Hall of Fame's gotta take him in
Chorus x2
ain't even do nuttin' man"
"Ayo shut up or eat this night stick"
"Yo why you pushin' me, why you hittin' me man?"
Now Huey Newton was slain and we
to get fucked up
Fill my cups up
She text me break it down I told her go roll something up
You trippen relax
Go play that classic by Bob called One Love
different shit
What, y'all be switching quick
I'm still different, bitch
My money ubiquitous (yeah, its everywhere)
Building up big businesses (woah, yeah,
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
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