Pizza boy. - Delicious breadsticks. (a F.A.I.R. one.) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Delicious breadsticks. (a F.A.I.R. one.)

Pizza boy.

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02.09.2014

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse] Music unrelatable; undesirable Fans swear I'm lying, though My blue heart remains, though I've been wounded so much, it should be violet Sent petitions to Obama, he rejects 'em, I'll keep trying, though Dwelling in that zone where no lion goes Laughing like a hyena because your mountain lion froze Steve Jobs wasn't a maverick I'm mad at monopolies in the market, I see go and I go past it I go in until there's nothing left; cut a check; 2hunna Dollars, not a thousand; I'm broke in student housing I'm choking on the bat, hands slippin', girls pitchin' from the mound and I get nervous, so I bunt then run around the bases like I hit a home run But I never passed the first one And honestly, she's basic, so why am I even playin'? Just sayin' Back to scheme, you'll find me lounging and wondering why I heck I find Ronda Rousey arousing Pounce on any and everything in the kitchen I've found, and bring it back to my bedroom, cause my roommate ruined the couch when he brought that girl to the house, and he put his tongue in her mouth and put something else in a place that we don't have to talk about Right? Cause that’s naaaasty I’m like Cleveland when I rap, so you traaaash me But I’m cool; I’ll speed up when you catch up For argument’s sake, let’s say you did Guess what? Time for the Bic, thumb slides, and a flick Dumb guys get close and get fried like they French Got a fire inside, it arrives when I spit Thought I meant a lighter? No, I’m describing my pen when it glides on a sheet and I’m vibing to beats, and you hate from the side like Spike, but I leave on a jet with the win, I’m the king of New York Kickin’ it like the guy that I "sneaked" in the bar two lines ago Bouncer missed it Now Romeo Must Die for spouting slick, it’s- Really not worth it; kill the violence Oxymoron Playing footsie with a bucket hat; so much death on my brain All these rappers are tucking packs... and gats... and girls... and racks But each of them will crumble, if I mumble Yes, I rumble like the young man I am Quick dinners on a Foreman grill My facial hair is formin’ still... I will get no listens on my raps, but trust, Natalie Portman will... ... That’s just the world we live in What is struggle rap? Rap is innately struggle Struggle against convention; struggle against the muzzle If language isn't art, then why did we take that class? I’m in a computer lab, irritated with a pad, and a mouse on top, a blank Google doc open, typing things that’ll spark a lot of hurt around your colon I’m really just a Golem, rolling down a hill Too grounded to smash a bird; no flounder in my palm ‘cause water kills So what fish in the sea? I’ll stick to xHamster Teanna Trump or Belle Knox, what's the best answer? I’m in Urban Dictionary next to “ain’t shit” I’ll be productive after I heat up this Banquet I have no Benjamins; I think I'm Franklin Except I never left my shell Rappers are ninja turtles, I wish them well, my job is thankless Any army of one, no vest, and I'm tankless... ... Running in Puff Daddy's house, like "Take this."
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