Gumball

It's your man In the DC's Brand is the feces Annoying as fuck hope you happy to see me Shut up Not to fond of the greeny But still keep it tight As Ross in a mankini And I ain't gown stop till we all rich Scratch the surface Damn do my balls itch Like herpes caused it Thought I was making out with Sally Woke up to motherfucking dog licks Still eating waffles in my waffles cups Apostles in posse cut Type beats we barring up Music weird Promoters stay starving us So Imma grab my own meat And learn to fucking carve it up Cause I don't need hand outs From no one Unless you trying to jack me off And take a load on And I can load off Till I go soft And micro That's Bill Gates style Vile Twenty something Lanky man child Wild Mouth stay running like the Nile I'll Whip an E30 racking miles Smile Death ain't specific when it dials Ring Ring Ask Thanos bout that one Get the infinity stones Smooth criminal And jack-son Take over a universe Make a llama faction With a chair made of Hairy muffins I can bask in Tunes got a nep to 'em Kind of a step to 'em Play it in my bedroom and Jump and just get stupid Only create if it feels fluid H20 grabbing Use to play it passive Move soft People take advantage Keep some viagra So I ain't ever flaccid Don't ever focus on the past tense And it's dreams where my cash went Still got these dino-moshing to that nasty pasta Shows out of 10 Say-ten Call your pastor Don't put me in a box I'm not alabaster When pops kicked me out Had me feeling like a bastard But we cool now Leave the bygones In the background Since a school child Always wanna make My own damn sound Songs about imaginary chicks And a yellow E30 That I'm really tryna whip South of the river Where i skate and fucking piss Off The locals doing Dumb Ass Shit Ok Still J O From a day old True Suck my fucking mayo Till I K O Tighter than a bald niggas canerows My bands planet You can hear us playing fucking lame notes Out Just wanna whip round late nights In my car that's my own Ain't no worry bout a great white But it ain't no rush Yea there ain't no rush Just wanna whip round late nights In my car that's my own Ain't no worry bout a great white But it ain't no rush Yea there ain't no rush Probably the E30 Or the mercy That 80's style In that blue That baby child Gear change playing flocka out loud But I can put on cruise Play some jazz real mild That Earl Klugh CD Slide through While I'm waiting for burgers In a drive through Munch it up with the Llama on the dash Hand on the wheel as I'm letting time pass Just wanna whip round late nights In my car that's my own Ain't no worry bout a great white But it ain't no rush Yea there ain't no rush Just wanna whip round late nights In my car that's my own Ain't no worry bout a great white But it ain't no rush Yea there ain't no rush