Shit hard enough to make you switch religions
Feel the texture
Smooth as sand paper on the dresser
Playing like you shy momma should have named you Lester
Yessir
BEAMS out the bubble eyed Benz-a
Cook you like the greens in the pot, feel the pressure
She's older, can't control her
Resurrect her
Leave it alone it'll get better like invested cheddar
Leave it at home until it grows into the seventh letter
And, these ain't poems- just the starter like the jacket and
These ain't foams- they'll take you farther
In the eyes of the father
Tasteful like GUAVA
You oughta know the mantra
This coulda been the contra-band
On the come up like the sunlight on your night stand
Pop!, deflate 'em
Cleaning up the arena after we celebrate a get back
A restoration
We up the pace of it, and y'all speedin'
It's a difference between awesome and easy
In the fall season you could catch me listening to "More Reasons"
Cam'Ron's opus caused all the ballin' treason
The stats are appalling
Part of me thinking it aint my calling
The other part says it false, it's call & response
Pardon the arts & crafts
Nah it's not a farce in that
Faucet water baptisms
Just to get to god & back
Promise me a rose garden prolly
I'ma show you Joe's starving artist ball hawkin talk
Shit, Joe could rap
Put the bad people in they places
Make a couple changes
We rich with innovations
No boarders
Prolly stay broke cuz you can't afford us
Y'all happy in a box full of shit, it's no hoarders
And Op sold the soda to the Ocky's on the corner
Hustle man
I really operate like us or them
My heroes gon' turn to what's his name?
And my respect for f*ck shit turned to dust
Can't say it enough
When I was young, they called my intelligence refreshing
Given the environment I found it condescending
Dominicans ain't exist then
We wasn't trending
I did regular shit
They saw miracles
I'm offended
But no more remember the times
We been fixed the foundation
Put the BEAMS in the building that we're facing
We separate from the class like special education
A day in the life of a passionate fascination
Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks - Feel the Texture. Lyrics
Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks - Feel the Texture. Lyrics
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Shit hard enough to make you switch religions
Feel the texture
Smooth as sand paper on the dresser
Playing like you shy momma should have named you Lester
Yessir
BEAMS out the bubble eyed Benz-a
Cook you like the greens in the pot, feel the pressure
She's older, can't control her
Resurrect her
Leave it alone it'll get better like invested cheddar
Leave it at home until it grows into the seventh letter
And, these ain't poems- just the starter like the jacket and
These ain't foams- they'll take you farther
In the eyes of the father
Tasteful like GUAVA
You oughta know the mantra
This coulda been the contra-band
On the come up like the sunlight on your night stand
Pop!, deflate 'em
Cleaning up the arena after we celebrate a get back
A restoration
We up the pace of it, and y'all speedin'
It's a difference between awesome and easy
In the fall season you could catch me listening to "More Reasons"
Cam'Ron's opus caused all the ballin' treason
The stats are appalling
Part of me thinking it aint my calling
The other part says it false, it's call & response
Pardon the arts & crafts
Nah it's not a farce in that
Faucet water baptisms
Just to get to god & back
Promise me a rose garden prolly
I'ma show you Joe's starving artist ball hawkin talk
Shit, Joe could rap
Put the bad people in they places
Make a couple changes
We rich with innovations
No boarders
Prolly stay broke cuz you can't afford us
Y'all happy in a box full of shit, it's no hoarders
And Op sold the soda to the Ocky's on the corner
Hustle man
I really operate like us or them
My heroes gon' turn to what's his name?
And my respect for f*ck shit turned to dust
Can't say it enough
When I was young, they called my intelligence refreshing
Given the environment I found it condescending
Dominicans ain't exist then
We wasn't trending
I did regular shit
They saw miracles
I'm offended
But no more remember the times
We been fixed the foundation
Put the BEAMS in the building that we're facing
We separate from the class like special education
A day in the life of a passionate fascination
Feel the texture
Smooth as sand paper on the dresser
Playing like you shy momma should have named you Lester
Yessir
BEAMS out the bubble eyed Benz-a
Cook you like the greens in the pot, feel the pressure
She's older, can't control her
Resurrect her
Leave it alone it'll get better like invested cheddar
Leave it at home until it grows into the seventh letter
And, these ain't poems- just the starter like the jacket and
These ain't foams- they'll take you farther
In the eyes of the father
Tasteful like GUAVA
You oughta know the mantra
This coulda been the contra-band
On the come up like the sunlight on your night stand
Pop!, deflate 'em
Cleaning up the arena after we celebrate a get back
A restoration
We up the pace of it, and y'all speedin'
It's a difference between awesome and easy
In the fall season you could catch me listening to "More Reasons"
Cam'Ron's opus caused all the ballin' treason
The stats are appalling
Part of me thinking it aint my calling
The other part says it false, it's call & response
Pardon the arts & crafts
Nah it's not a farce in that
Faucet water baptisms
Just to get to god & back
Promise me a rose garden prolly
I'ma show you Joe's starving artist ball hawkin talk
Shit, Joe could rap
Put the bad people in they places
Make a couple changes
We rich with innovations
No boarders
Prolly stay broke cuz you can't afford us
Y'all happy in a box full of shit, it's no hoarders
And Op sold the soda to the Ocky's on the corner
Hustle man
I really operate like us or them
My heroes gon' turn to what's his name?
And my respect for f*ck shit turned to dust
Can't say it enough
When I was young, they called my intelligence refreshing
Given the environment I found it condescending
Dominicans ain't exist then
We wasn't trending
I did regular shit
They saw miracles
I'm offended
But no more remember the times
We been fixed the foundation
Put the BEAMS in the building that we're facing
We separate from the class like special education
A day in the life of a passionate fascination
Writer: Charles Chaio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid