lyrics
Sorry in advance for forgetting your birthday
And here's your gift delivered in the worst way
You're like a cute little sis, Lannister, Cersei.
I'm Rowling you, JK. What did that nerd say?
Oops, now they all think you're incestual.
Nevermind them, Just keep ballin' like testicles.
When opportunity comes with a knocking force.
Take it, 'cause it's rare as shit from a rocking horse.
I gets down with my bad self
Never gonna sleep I guess that's good for my bad health
Girls don't even ask how their man felt,
Before they go and whip me around like a fan belt
My head spins, Quick fast, with whiplash
There's no relaxing
Til I'm famous. Jett Jackson
But what do I know about the fame biz?
Be your Hugh Jackman,
I'll show you what Lame Is (Les Mis).
Girrllll, I'm kinda satisfying.
Self-loathing when he raps? Oh, Classic Brian.
I rhyme lines for the punches,
Rap for the hits.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't I happy as shit?
Sick of this crap, think I need a de-tox
Running on tracks, you can call me a beat jock
Impress girls with my lips, Don't mean beat box
When the beat drops, I'm taking like 3 shots.
Okaaayyyy! I'm supercharged now.
Whiter than ever, like I'm super-starched out.
Bloody fantastic,
(w)rapping with no gauze.
Stop an enemy
by making some faux pas. (Foe pause)
Spice it up: cinnamon it
Commit a sin a minute
No repenting, Independent
Spitting with no pennant.
Getting sick of working these splits, bananas.
Down with Pussy Flannel,
It's the cat's pajamas.
credits
from
Canopy,
released July 9, 2015
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