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Expecting me to say som'n? Slicky Uh I let 'em know I'm making dough I'm playing shows I mean to gloat Been chasing shit since I don't know A Cosmo Kid, a talent show uh Cosmo Kid, a talent show Key ain't low, we bouta blow Throttle full A bottle store We gotta go before they close And get some more before we fold Damn Boutta pass out like I'm tryna hit the floor Got my demons in my way of chasing gold Someone pull me out Like a string round a loose tooth I've been glued on a bar stool Since the full moon Drinking Grey Goose and that juice 'til I'm obtuse Too much street use Throw the deuce I'm on avenues I got a vision I got a vision I got a vision bro Teddy brosevelt Will tell you we've been doing well This that twilight zone But a new dimension though Jumping off we ain't anonymous Geronimo (Geronimo) Yah We got a vision We got a vision We got a vision Aye Suck on my dick Suck on my toes These bitches tripping aye Tighten my shoes Tying my shoes These bitches tripping aye Underwater, Ariel Bitch I'm swimming aye (Bitch I'm swimming aye) I don't pop pills I just sip beer Never shedding tears Way beyond my years This could be my year Life's still trill Looking for a trill Yeah, yeah uh When was the last time a nation spoke with God Biblical times is prolly when it was yeah Right around Right around Right around the corner Still a race, gotta run, got that gold on order Where's the love? Where the truth? Let these questions loiter Can't be stopped when I'm longing for the hills Get out the way of us Hollywood minds Hollywood minds Whoa
Writer(s): Ricky Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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