Cookin' slow watch this sizzle,
Riding high like Miss Frizzle,
Cocaine on her thick nipple
Try to leave early
Catch dis' missle
I missed, missin' you,
Tried to talk but, its difficult
This isn't proof,
Your mad, tellin' them,
I'm dispensable,
We know that this isn't true,
Gettin' head in the, kissing booth
Deep tissue like the ritual,
Me in the room,
Leads to the nude,
Keep thinking your invincible,
You think that this is critical,
You messed with the wrong,
Individual,
'Cuz I'm twisted,
I can't get it out so I rhyme with it,
I'm fine bitches,
No fine isn't so fine, when we're on a time limit,
No cap that's my fitted,
Low jack, tire skiddin'
I'll kill the judge like good riddance
Then confess to his son like I did it,
I'm....
Normal - Walkin' around and I'm dressin' formal
People staring like I'm an immortal,
Please I'm just a kid with a portal,
Going through time I couldn't resign unless I die so nice to meet ya,
Ya lookin' so fine I'm comin in hot and takin what's mine like finders keepers...
Like jeepers creepers,
Make sure your turn up the speakers,
Couldn't get schooled even by the bleachers,
If I got schooled then I f*cked the teachers
Keep your distance...
I drink just enough to be sufficient,
Just enough to keep me living,
Just enough to stay out of prison,
(Oh yeah) that's so bad,
Mind your business and go back,
I've planted seeds that grow fast,
While your couch hopping like a nomad
You judge me with your "known facts"
Why don't you take a Prozak,
'n take a tip how the pros act,
You gotta read me like a road map
Your input is useless...
I'm different and I think it shows in the music,
I can switch up the flow and prove it,
Turn up the party or I will mute it,
Sippin' Bacardi,
In a Bugatti
Nah I'm playin' I don't own shit,
Flippin' the card
To see if you got me
Then I bounce like a pogo stick,
Gotta go home now
I don't know how,
Stuck in a jam
Like I'm holdin' a clip,
Starin' at me
Til i say the right pronoun,
Why dont you take a photo bitch,
These shots I'm not havin it,
I keep pulling like a cabinet,
Excuse me if I'm passionate, but...
If you stand for something they're calling you Kaepernick,
Even if what you are arguing's accurate,
You need to chill, and I May be
Racing around like Indianapolis,
Bring me the money,
Or bring me the plan,
Otherwise I don't got time for your rants,
You sit and complain and hope for a chance,
I'm gonna keep moving and doin my dance
Who would've thought I'd stay clean,
Not me, 'cuz lately,
This distancing,
6 feet, then 7 feet, then 8 feet,
You think it's sweet like pastry,
Won't act like it doesnt phase me,
I'll explode, 'till they hate me,
So cover your ears like Dre Beats,
Don't move I got no mood to be steadily editing Pro Tools,
One fire match and you might die, so be ready to carry your own fuel,
It's Broot...
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English
Cookin' slow watch this sizzle,
Riding high like Miss Frizzle,
Cocaine on her thick nipple
Try to leave early
Catch dis' missle
I missed, missin' you,
Tried to talk but, its difficult
This isn't proof,
Your mad, tellin' them,
I'm dispensable,
We know that this isn't true,
Gettin' head in the, kissing booth
Deep tissue like the ritual,
Me in the room,
Leads to the nude,
Keep thinking your invincible,
You think that this is critical,
You messed with the wrong,
Individual,
'Cuz I'm twisted,
I can't get it out so I rhyme with it,
I'm fine bitches,
No fine isn't so fine, when we're on a time limit,
No cap that's my fitted,
Low jack, tire skiddin'
I'll kill the judge like good riddance
Then confess to his son like I did it,
I'm....
Normal - Walkin' around and I'm dressin' formal
People staring like I'm an immortal,
Please I'm just a kid with a portal,
Going through time I couldn't resign unless I die so nice to meet ya,
Ya lookin' so fine I'm comin in hot and takin what's mine like finders keepers...
Like jeepers creepers,
Make sure your turn up the speakers,
Couldn't get schooled even by the bleachers,
If I got schooled then I f*cked the teachers
Keep your distance...
I drink just enough to be sufficient,
Just enough to keep me living,
Just enough to stay out of prison,
(Oh yeah) that's so bad,
Mind your business and go back,
I've planted seeds that grow fast,
While your couch hopping like a nomad
You judge me with your "known facts"
Why don't you take a Prozak,
'n take a tip how the pros act,
You gotta read me like a road map
Your input is useless...
I'm different and I think it shows in the music,
I can switch up the flow and prove it,
Turn up the party or I will mute it,
Sippin' Bacardi,
In a Bugatti
Nah I'm playin' I don't own shit,
Flippin' the card
To see if you got me
Then I bounce like a pogo stick,
Gotta go home now
I don't know how,
Stuck in a jam
Like I'm holdin' a clip,
Starin' at me
Til i say the right pronoun,
Why dont you take a photo bitch,
These shots I'm not havin it,
I keep pulling like a cabinet,
Excuse me if I'm passionate, but...
If you stand for something they're calling you Kaepernick,
Even if what you are arguing's accurate,
You need to chill, and I May be
Racing around like Indianapolis,
Bring me the money,
Or bring me the plan,
Otherwise I don't got time for your rants,
You sit and complain and hope for a chance,
I'm gonna keep moving and doin my dance
Who would've thought I'd stay clean,
Not me, 'cuz lately,
This distancing,
6 feet, then 7 feet, then 8 feet,
You think it's sweet like pastry,
Won't act like it doesnt phase me,
I'll explode, 'till they hate me,
So cover your ears like Dre Beats,
Don't move I got no mood to be steadily editing Pro Tools,
One fire match and you might die, so be ready to carry your own fuel,
It's Broot...
Riding high like Miss Frizzle,
Cocaine on her thick nipple
Try to leave early
Catch dis' missle
I missed, missin' you,
Tried to talk but, its difficult
This isn't proof,
Your mad, tellin' them,
I'm dispensable,
We know that this isn't true,
Gettin' head in the, kissing booth
Deep tissue like the ritual,
Me in the room,
Leads to the nude,
Keep thinking your invincible,
You think that this is critical,
You messed with the wrong,
Individual,
'Cuz I'm twisted,
I can't get it out so I rhyme with it,
I'm fine bitches,
No fine isn't so fine, when we're on a time limit,
No cap that's my fitted,
Low jack, tire skiddin'
I'll kill the judge like good riddance
Then confess to his son like I did it,
I'm....
Normal - Walkin' around and I'm dressin' formal
People staring like I'm an immortal,
Please I'm just a kid with a portal,
Going through time I couldn't resign unless I die so nice to meet ya,
Ya lookin' so fine I'm comin in hot and takin what's mine like finders keepers...
Like jeepers creepers,
Make sure your turn up the speakers,
Couldn't get schooled even by the bleachers,
If I got schooled then I f*cked the teachers
Keep your distance...
I drink just enough to be sufficient,
Just enough to keep me living,
Just enough to stay out of prison,
(Oh yeah) that's so bad,
Mind your business and go back,
I've planted seeds that grow fast,
While your couch hopping like a nomad
You judge me with your "known facts"
Why don't you take a Prozak,
'n take a tip how the pros act,
You gotta read me like a road map
Your input is useless...
I'm different and I think it shows in the music,
I can switch up the flow and prove it,
Turn up the party or I will mute it,
Sippin' Bacardi,
In a Bugatti
Nah I'm playin' I don't own shit,
Flippin' the card
To see if you got me
Then I bounce like a pogo stick,
Gotta go home now
I don't know how,
Stuck in a jam
Like I'm holdin' a clip,
Starin' at me
Til i say the right pronoun,
Why dont you take a photo bitch,
These shots I'm not havin it,
I keep pulling like a cabinet,
Excuse me if I'm passionate, but...
If you stand for something they're calling you Kaepernick,
Even if what you are arguing's accurate,
You need to chill, and I May be
Racing around like Indianapolis,
Bring me the money,
Or bring me the plan,
Otherwise I don't got time for your rants,
You sit and complain and hope for a chance,
I'm gonna keep moving and doin my dance
Who would've thought I'd stay clean,
Not me, 'cuz lately,
This distancing,
6 feet, then 7 feet, then 8 feet,
You think it's sweet like pastry,
Won't act like it doesnt phase me,
I'll explode, 'till they hate me,
So cover your ears like Dre Beats,
Don't move I got no mood to be steadily editing Pro Tools,
One fire match and you might die, so be ready to carry your own fuel,
It's Broot...