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Backpack Video (MV)




Performed By: JoeJas
Length: 3:12
Written by: Joseph James




JoeJas - Backpack Lyrics
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Vans eras with the drawings
Keys where the chords is
Mc D's for the morning
With Franky Benz
Doubled up
So we scoring
With the f*cking pen
Cover paper like some foreskin
This my planet you a tenant of J
Bright ass colors this Y.M.C.A
In the east of the city
Where I slide every day
In the centre of Stratford
Where I decided to skate
Soon a Grammy bout to tie
In my fate
Like this bacon
Looking pretty fire on my plate
Probably playing keys
As a sign of escape
It's not that life is a strife
I just have those days
My head always got a panel it's set in
Always talking about llama's
Animal fetish
Gap teeth
Like my tongue was doing a sentence
I'm a motherf*cking king
You can play me in Tekken
Pants down in public looking inappropriate
I done seen friends
Turn to associates
So I don't move with the phoney bunch
Just watch cartoons
While the homies clumped
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Brain scattered
Lost a lot of grey matter
Put some color in it
Why we never do the same actions
Pop farts
Pop-tarts
And some pop art
Dark skin got me up on the cop charts
But f*ck it
Anal intrusion
Got my imaginary band
We do rock
And some fusion
That's
Muffinman
Hammercock
And Joe never losing
Couple llamas
Put some damn soul in the movement
Skating round to tape you
Causing a nuisance
If you got the damn ciggies
Then the homies are
Twosing
Got the bungalow with the bowl
And the pool in
And the Enzo at back
With the Llama that's drooling
I'mma say this
Cause I know I'mma do it
So I'mma let the dreams cruise
Like a 50's Buick
Probably be dead and still make music
Writing on the walls like banes been through it
Couldn't give a f*ck
Like I'm peeing now
And this anti-matter got me seeing sounds
White vans like the paedos round
Making beats on OS
What Kenan sipping down
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
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Vans eras with the drawings
Keys where the chords is
Mc D's for the morning
With Franky Benz
Doubled up
So we scoring
With the f*cking pen
Cover paper like some foreskin
This my planet you a tenant of J
Bright ass colors this Y.M.C.A
In the east of the city
Where I slide every day
In the centre of Stratford
Where I decided to skate
Soon a Grammy bout to tie
In my fate
Like this bacon
Looking pretty fire on my plate
Probably playing keys
As a sign of escape
It's not that life is a strife
I just have those days
My head always got a panel it's set in
Always talking about llama's
Animal fetish
Gap teeth
Like my tongue was doing a sentence
I'm a motherf*cking king
You can play me in Tekken
Pants down in public looking inappropriate
I done seen friends
Turn to associates
So I don't move with the phoney bunch
Just watch cartoons
While the homies clumped
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Brain scattered
Lost a lot of grey matter
Put some color in it
Why we never do the same actions
Pop farts
Pop-tarts
And some pop art
Dark skin got me up on the cop charts
But f*ck it
Anal intrusion
Got my imaginary band
We do rock
And some fusion
That's
Muffinman
Hammercock
And Joe never losing
Couple llamas
Put some damn soul in the movement
Skating round to tape you
Causing a nuisance
If you got the damn ciggies
Then the homies are
Twosing
Got the bungalow with the bowl
And the pool in
And the Enzo at back
With the Llama that's drooling
I'mma say this
Cause I know I'mma do it
So I'mma let the dreams cruise
Like a 50's Buick
Probably be dead and still make music
Writing on the walls like banes been through it
Couldn't give a f*ck
Like I'm peeing now
And this anti-matter got me seeing sounds
White vans like the paedos round
Making beats on OS
What Kenan sipping down
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
Nappy kid with the panel on
Couple white stains on my flannel dog
Nappy kid with the panel on
Hitting keys like Barry Bonds
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Writer: Joseph James
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