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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Thomas Paulsen
Brendan Thomas Paulsen
Songwriter
Tim Sullivan
Tim Sullivan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ab The Audicrat
Ab The Audicrat
Producer

Lyrics

Would I be more manic If I ate all organic Laid on my porch in a hammock You soft as a s'more sandwich Ya forehead look like 4 planets It's gigantic matter fact make it five planets Ohhh shoot we Forgot to grab the strap outta the hooptie Like drugs do me Throw it deep, Doug Flutie Chill out, smoke a spliff Before you end up on Maury Povich and Judge Judy Fake stay woke bitch Fudge gooey, yuck patooey, Hockaloogie They be talking bullshit but it don't mean nothing to me Put ya trust in dude please Or get ya head bust with a rusty screwgie Just your nuts Layin' on a dresser Hit them with a spiked bat like BLAOW Musty ass Tims on my feet Crusty ass Benz on my street Fuck has happened to my peeps Luck has chosen other fleets Musty ass Tims on my feet Crusty ass Benz on my street Fuck has happened to my peeps Luck has chosen other fleets It's all good though What the fuck was that I don't know You could kiss my nutsack from the back That's fine wanna be a cowgirl Hop on your high horse and take a saddle ride I'm off track, out of time, out of line How come my competition's always out of rhymes Clean up time You was batter nine Only time you got on base was infield fly Crash a boat into the Trump marina While he's under subpoena Drunk a 'rita with some jungle fever Then I drive home for brunch on Easter Kiss my keister I think that you should all stop it You false prophets When the song drop in, ya jaw dropping Act like you highly exalted you pork chopping Get fat, get drunk, cork popping You don't rap Tried it out once when you saw Compton Nobody has the vision Nobody does If anybody probably us You riding shotty on the bus You got a hobby not a buzz And I can see you hold a grudge Ouch Swept it under a rug Just because we ain't in harmony like Bone Thugs Life ain't all sunshine and rose buds Sometimes tough guy it's fine to show love Musty ass Tims on my feet Crusty ass Benz on my street Fuck has happened to my peeps Luck has chosen other fleets Musty ass Tims on my feet Crusty ass Benz on my street Fuck has happened to my peeps Luck has chosen other fleets
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