Game time at 3, we eat by 4
You shoot for stars, I shoot at foes
That boy don't miss, That boy got aim
The way that I shoot, I'm hall of fame
I got these niggas all screaming
Nightmares when you're dreaming
I done turned to a demon
What's a life without meaning
Daddy said I don't please him
I pray to God he don't mean it
You better hush while I'm speaking
How bout I cancel your hearing
How bout I cancel your freedom
I learned to live without feeling
Think I'm sick with the flu
But that boy is anemic
I swear to God that I'm ready
I turn your brain to spaghetti
I'll blow your mind like confetti
I know this shit can get heavy
All about my cash, nigga swear I'm Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I haunt your dream like I'm Freddy
I bet you're pissed like R. Kelly
Now I switch flows, tip toe
I'm popping like hip bones
Big dreams, big rings, I'm sick I need vaccines
I'm sick I need quarantine, since I was fourteen
It's been me, myself, and Irene
I'm nasty, no hygiene
That boy bad news, crack on that spoon
I aimed for stars, man on that moon
Mans have no room, mans have no room
Swept you off your feet, man f*ck that broom
My gun don't hum, she sings a tune
She takes one breath, you hear a boom
Mans have no room, mans have no room
They call my name, I will come soon
I will consume, I will consume
Think I ate too much, I'll make more room
That's too much food, that's too much sauce
I shall not pause, unless its for applause
I think my niggas will get it, I'll tip my hat for my waiter
I leave a tip for the waiter, I told him that he can't save her
I might curse like a sailor, but now I rap like the savior
I gave you breath like inhalers, reap what you sow like a tailor
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MiloVance - No Room Lyrics
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Game time at 3, we eat by 4
You shoot for stars, I shoot at foes
That boy don't miss, That boy got aim
The way that I shoot, I'm hall of fame
I got these niggas all screaming
Nightmares when you're dreaming
I done turned to a demon
What's a life without meaning
Daddy said I don't please him
I pray to God he don't mean it
You better hush while I'm speaking
How bout I cancel your hearing
How bout I cancel your freedom
I learned to live without feeling
Think I'm sick with the flu
But that boy is anemic
I swear to God that I'm ready
I turn your brain to spaghetti
I'll blow your mind like confetti
I know this shit can get heavy
All about my cash, nigga swear I'm Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I haunt your dream like I'm Freddy
I bet you're pissed like R. Kelly
Now I switch flows, tip toe
I'm popping like hip bones
Big dreams, big rings, I'm sick I need vaccines
I'm sick I need quarantine, since I was fourteen
It's been me, myself, and Irene
I'm nasty, no hygiene
That boy bad news, crack on that spoon
I aimed for stars, man on that moon
Mans have no room, mans have no room
Swept you off your feet, man f*ck that broom
My gun don't hum, she sings a tune
She takes one breath, you hear a boom
Mans have no room, mans have no room
They call my name, I will come soon
I will consume, I will consume
Think I ate too much, I'll make more room
That's too much food, that's too much sauce
I shall not pause, unless its for applause
I think my niggas will get it, I'll tip my hat for my waiter
I leave a tip for the waiter, I told him that he can't save her
I might curse like a sailor, but now I rap like the savior
I gave you breath like inhalers, reap what you sow like a tailor
You shoot for stars, I shoot at foes
That boy don't miss, That boy got aim
The way that I shoot, I'm hall of fame
I got these niggas all screaming
Nightmares when you're dreaming
I done turned to a demon
What's a life without meaning
Daddy said I don't please him
I pray to God he don't mean it
You better hush while I'm speaking
How bout I cancel your hearing
How bout I cancel your freedom
I learned to live without feeling
Think I'm sick with the flu
But that boy is anemic
I swear to God that I'm ready
I turn your brain to spaghetti
I'll blow your mind like confetti
I know this shit can get heavy
All about my cash, nigga swear I'm Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I haunt your dream like I'm Freddy
I bet you're pissed like R. Kelly
Now I switch flows, tip toe
I'm popping like hip bones
Big dreams, big rings, I'm sick I need vaccines
I'm sick I need quarantine, since I was fourteen
It's been me, myself, and Irene
I'm nasty, no hygiene
That boy bad news, crack on that spoon
I aimed for stars, man on that moon
Mans have no room, mans have no room
Swept you off your feet, man f*ck that broom
My gun don't hum, she sings a tune
She takes one breath, you hear a boom
Mans have no room, mans have no room
They call my name, I will come soon
I will consume, I will consume
Think I ate too much, I'll make more room
That's too much food, that's too much sauce
I shall not pause, unless its for applause
I think my niggas will get it, I'll tip my hat for my waiter
I leave a tip for the waiter, I told him that he can't save her
I might curse like a sailor, but now I rap like the savior
I gave you breath like inhalers, reap what you sow like a tailor
Writer: Milo Brown II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid