[Dave:] I’m just fuckin’ around thought I’d throw this down, Yeah I put the beat on loop Kick back and write a verse Scratch the pencil on the paper tryna fit my thoughts to words And verbs curb my urge to spit faster Grab a pizza from down the street hit up my dudes after Steppin’ out Nat’s looking’ at the next chapter I got way more time than money so that’s the motive I get at your older bitch Tell her it’s the new kid screwin’ around I don’t try I do it for sound love when the crowd gets down at the shows around town Cause flows get out of style After a while I put out an album for free Cause when I’m live people see the real me
[Chorus:] Comin’ from the basement call me a liar Tell um at the place that they gota catch up We’re rollin’ up the trees lookin’ out for the fire Winter summer spring get your shoes laced up
[Carter:] The root of our music induces the fuming of nuggets I’m right above it, with flubber indulging in buckets of green I can tell cut the scene outta my movie Fibbin, then shiffin my hoop D, kiss good but real toothy Tame but I gotta see if she wanna get busy with my flow better yet I’ll get number livin it under duckin a hundred thunder bolts Frivolous wandering under dogs, remember the pogs? Shakin saws then shakin paws unzippin the rim of the feminine enema End of the leather path some of the regular sets and reps assemble a center of assassins, summer’ll be passin I’ll just be laughing Smokin the grass n sippin from brass I’ll fuck with that shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
