Since back I'm the day I been chilling with the weird crew
Crazy thoughts wild mind for a year or 2
Bass booming like my mood I can't hear you
Feelin so fresh you could hang me on your rear view
And Sometimes I just spaz on the notes app
Spinning round the room like I'm taz homie don't snap
I'm at the brink pass a drink I'm bout to
Risk it all
Like you were climbing to the top
And then you slip and fall
Slip n slide with the liquor till I'm sick inside
And If the shoe don't fit then try a different size
Word of wise pick a side but I ain't one to choose
Double up the runner up but I ain't one to lose
Cuz Things only change when you want them to
Hit ya mark cuz' when you shoot you better follow through
The newest chick i'm talking to already sick of me
And now i'm thinking like I should live in Polygamy
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Bars foaming out the mouth like a rabid wolf
Hurling this Sick shit at you like a catapult
I know people with no confidence and lackin hope
I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach and bag of coke
Little quick fix six figure salaries
Stopped drinking
Trimed the fat cut the calories
Now I'm so smoked out my mind relaxed
It's only a matter of time before I relapse
Come put some ice on me
I'm the cooler
Pop a cold brew put it to your medulla
Sit back relax let me roll up the budda
And I'll show you how this music coming from the computer
For you to be close shit I'd consider you lucky
She used to know me now she wishin she f*cked me
That's why the big fish in the pond swallow the guppies
And if you don't know Max Rahn
You don't know nothin
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Max Rahn - Fresh Cut Lyrics
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Since back I'm the day I been chilling with the weird crew
Crazy thoughts wild mind for a year or 2
Bass booming like my mood I can't hear you
Feelin so fresh you could hang me on your rear view
And Sometimes I just spaz on the notes app
Spinning round the room like I'm taz homie don't snap
I'm at the brink pass a drink I'm bout to
Risk it all
Like you were climbing to the top
And then you slip and fall
Slip n slide with the liquor till I'm sick inside
And If the shoe don't fit then try a different size
Word of wise pick a side but I ain't one to choose
Double up the runner up but I ain't one to lose
Cuz Things only change when you want them to
Hit ya mark cuz' when you shoot you better follow through
The newest chick i'm talking to already sick of me
And now i'm thinking like I should live in Polygamy
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Bars foaming out the mouth like a rabid wolf
Hurling this Sick shit at you like a catapult
I know people with no confidence and lackin hope
I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach and bag of coke
Little quick fix six figure salaries
Stopped drinking
Trimed the fat cut the calories
Now I'm so smoked out my mind relaxed
It's only a matter of time before I relapse
Come put some ice on me
I'm the cooler
Pop a cold brew put it to your medulla
Sit back relax let me roll up the budda
And I'll show you how this music coming from the computer
For you to be close shit I'd consider you lucky
She used to know me now she wishin she f*cked me
That's why the big fish in the pond swallow the guppies
And if you don't know Max Rahn
You don't know nothin
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Crazy thoughts wild mind for a year or 2
Bass booming like my mood I can't hear you
Feelin so fresh you could hang me on your rear view
And Sometimes I just spaz on the notes app
Spinning round the room like I'm taz homie don't snap
I'm at the brink pass a drink I'm bout to
Risk it all
Like you were climbing to the top
And then you slip and fall
Slip n slide with the liquor till I'm sick inside
And If the shoe don't fit then try a different size
Word of wise pick a side but I ain't one to choose
Double up the runner up but I ain't one to lose
Cuz Things only change when you want them to
Hit ya mark cuz' when you shoot you better follow through
The newest chick i'm talking to already sick of me
And now i'm thinking like I should live in Polygamy
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Bars foaming out the mouth like a rabid wolf
Hurling this Sick shit at you like a catapult
I know people with no confidence and lackin hope
I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach and bag of coke
Little quick fix six figure salaries
Stopped drinking
Trimed the fat cut the calories
Now I'm so smoked out my mind relaxed
It's only a matter of time before I relapse
Come put some ice on me
I'm the cooler
Pop a cold brew put it to your medulla
Sit back relax let me roll up the budda
And I'll show you how this music coming from the computer
For you to be close shit I'd consider you lucky
She used to know me now she wishin she f*cked me
That's why the big fish in the pond swallow the guppies
And if you don't know Max Rahn
You don't know nothin
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Fresh cut then I'm out the door and
Spice it up cuz you rappers are boring
Chip in my hand I'm bout' to put more in
The melting pot simmer bout' to get golden
Writer: Max Rahn
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