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Anton (ScoobE) van de Water
Anton (ScoobE) van de Water
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Yeah Yeah Dirt on my name Throw it keep throwing Dirt on my name Throwing keep throwing Only got something to say When it's Bout the fake But the truth on the low Mmmhhh You don't wanna know that phone call I just had You don't wanna know the business on my hands You don't wanna know if sad is an understatement They don't wanna know if I'm bad yeah Michael Jackson Michael Jackson Hey! Heyyy Big big problems I can handle Big bag of something laying on the mantel I get love in abundance from that bundle Me and Mary always keep it a hundo Cause lately life Got me in a choke hold Lately I Wanna spark one up and let it blow Set the mood right Baby light a candle The 44 goin prolly label this a Scandal (oeh) It's hard to get a grip on life But if life wanna start the fight I'm gripping something different I'ma finish this here tonight wait It get darker when I hit the light And still feel how I did last night Now I got different thoughts in mind Oeh call it gas light when I light light Well at least I got a purpose bro I ain't losing life uh Uppers keep the voices low Mellow our with proper dope Quit the weed and alcohol I wonder what I did that for I ain't made a song in months Cause lately it just feel rehearsed Expected not to take an L I drop it all and let the bubble burst Record labels sign me now They fuck with me when I'm at my worst Pussy just like water girl I get now why they call it thirst (Thirsty) Numb my brain can't listen girl I guess the lifestyle call me first Mixing up these fuckin potions Used to think my life was cursed Didn't even have all the answers But staying high just didn't work I only got one hope That bro at home just bin the percs Heyyy Big big problems I can handle Big bag of something laying on the mantel I get love in abundance from that bundle Me and Mary always keep it a hundo Cause lately life Got me in a choke hold Lately I Wanna spark one up and let it blow Set the mood right Baby light a candle The 44 goin prolly label this a Scandal (oeh) Oeh Oeh You don't wanna know that phone call I just had You don't wanna know the business on my hands But look who I took after Look what I look after Dirt on they hands you surprised I ain't shook half 'em Don't you see I ain't got time for these shitty situations Toilet seat Ya'll need toilet paper for that fakeness But I ain't never been to my own graduation So I don't need vacation I'm hot 100 degrees (100 degrees) Gone in a flits yeah Arguing all in my business Don't you see I got a problem? My wish list ain't turned into accomplishments yet This not like my chemistry It's more like what I'm toking I used to get low grades And nowadays no way! I want my goals on epilepsy Check the box I'm all about tics I want my goals on epilepsy Check the box I'm all about tics Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh
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