HBK

Sweet Chin Music, come and kick it with me Met Trish Stratus, she could hit it for free Bra & panties match, she be strippin’ for me, yeah Speakeasy, going live on your screen Off the top rope Catch us flying off of the top rope Stoned cold we Stuntin Chicago Dressin’ like Rikishi, she a thot, though She a thot, though She likes me, but she too shy Her eyes say what her mouth don’t, but her mouth do what you can’t imagine My imagination completely broken My fingers sticky from all this weed My thoughts are cloudy from all the smoke n’ My emotions are highly complicated Past conversations and altercations And I. Just. Can’t. Keep. Going like this anymore Trading compliments for confidence My dopamine running on low All these feelings turning true, man (Truman) No Illusion Now I don’t. Know. What. I’m. Gonna do at the end of this fucking show Shoulda known this, like osmosis, I’m so gone, I got psychosis Feeling’s split just like mitosis, love or lust - the diagnosis Your vibe is so ferocious, other girls, they so atrocious I’m jus’ hoping we ain’t hopeless, feelin’ lost at a moment’s notice Cast a spell, girl, hocus pocus Out of conscious, like hypnosis Zodiac Shit, Flying Lotus What’s your sign, girl, what’s the focus? What you’re on, you know I’m on it Confidence, yeah, you know we flaunt it Speakeasy, we soft talkin’ Be easy on that beat, Shamohn, yeah Sweet Chin Music, come and kick it with me Met Trish Stratus, she could hit it for free Bra & panties match, she be strippin’ for me, yeah Speakeasy, going live on your screen Off the top rope Catch us flying off of the top rope Stoned cold we Stuntin Chicago Dressin’ like Rikishi, she a thot, though She a thot, though Don’t go talkin like you’re hard, we speakeasy Once we pull out your card, you feel queasy Adjust your attitude, you can’t see me Speakeasy Express freely Aimed at the phonies, I close my eyes and i am lonely Trigger finger, I lay low, I hit a body I need my money , they really love me, they really don’t I need to focus on myself now that my covers blown I kill roaches —we roach killers —i am a fiend They all laughed—— when i said —i follow dreams Im on a mission —I’m ready for war, I be Hand me the loop n give me the heat I got the shot in the backseat Give us the loot, or I’m gonna shoot Through your brains —in this heat Aye She said she doesn't love me But she miss this dick Barely focused hands shaking with the .40 clip She a thot though She a thot Thot, thot, thot, thot What's a 619 to a double seven three one two What's a 619 to a double seven three one two What's a 619 to a double seven three one two