Yea I'm the sheet that keep slipping off the bed yea the fitted one
Which child I am yea the middle one
Never gonna look ahead til I get my business done
I'm the man in the middle of the route yea that hidden one
I got em started finished 'em
I left some pots open on the stove and I lidded them
To fill them with heat, and build that mothaf*ckin pressure
I'm getting the stew cookin to levels that can't be measured
I'm feelin light as a feather
In flight there is nothin better
Embark on this endeavor I won't return it to sender
Cuz im the man my friend bars are anything but bland
Oh I know you talkin shit as I whip it in my sedan
I feel im kinda weird to sharpen like a mothaf*ckin crayon
Tuscan raider in the sand
I'm Alice in winderland
I dressed for the occasion so I guess I'm lookin dandy
Where the f*cks the summer shandy
Socratebes - Wildstyle Lyrics
Socratebes - Wildstyle Lyrics
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Yea I'm the sheet that keep slipping off the bed yea the fitted one
Which child I am yea the middle one
Never gonna look ahead til I get my business done
I'm the man in the middle of the route yea that hidden one
I got em started finished 'em
I left some pots open on the stove and I lidded them
To fill them with heat, and build that mothaf*ckin pressure
I'm getting the stew cookin to levels that can't be measured
I'm feelin light as a feather
In flight there is nothin better
Embark on this endeavor I won't return it to sender
Cuz im the man my friend bars are anything but bland
Oh I know you talkin shit as I whip it in my sedan
I feel im kinda weird to sharpen like a mothaf*ckin crayon
Tuscan raider in the sand
I'm Alice in winderland
I dressed for the occasion so I guess I'm lookin dandy
Where the f*cks the summer shandy
Which child I am yea the middle one
Never gonna look ahead til I get my business done
I'm the man in the middle of the route yea that hidden one
I got em started finished 'em
I left some pots open on the stove and I lidded them
To fill them with heat, and build that mothaf*ckin pressure
I'm getting the stew cookin to levels that can't be measured
I'm feelin light as a feather
In flight there is nothin better
Embark on this endeavor I won't return it to sender
Cuz im the man my friend bars are anything but bland
Oh I know you talkin shit as I whip it in my sedan
I feel im kinda weird to sharpen like a mothaf*ckin crayon
Tuscan raider in the sand
I'm Alice in winderland
I dressed for the occasion so I guess I'm lookin dandy
Where the f*cks the summer shandy
Writer: Brian Ebers Jr.
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