Goin' back to Tangier With some jordans and a spear Post-Christian shit Post chicken or the egg addiction shit Pass the sherm stick Neo-reality Be the freak you wanna see Just don't follow me I'm on a journey to the center of three Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane While everybody's like no
I got this pregnant snake Stay surrounded by long hairs A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs Make your water break in the apple store Sink or swim, who fucking cares Cut the birth cords, press send Yeah thick Gaga can't handle this shit
Headed for the Sammy Davis wing Throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things on the way Never call it a day Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today Still on the way Bigger wigs
(When you come out your shit is gone) [x4] I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2] I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2] When you come out your shit is gone [x2] I'm in When you come out your shit is gone [x2]
You'll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach You're an intern on Wiki Leaks Most loved therefore most hated Come and knock on the door we've been waiting for you Game changer Reclusive aggressive Yinging and yanging noided Info warrior jack the hacker The rolling stoner Profit on disaster
My existence is a momentary lapse of reason Got the DNA of Gothic lemons Shred it thirteen times out of eleven Your bad ideas are the ATM Shed my skin Leave it for the homeless to sleep it Prodigal, fuck that nautical Teachin' bitches how to swim
I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2] I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2] (Teachin' bitches how to swim) [x2] I'm in (Teachin' bitches how to swim) [x2]
Now backstroke Through your k-hole Don't run Ya might slip The table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch
Burmese babies under each arm Screamin' beautiful songs The cray cray ultra contrarion Havin' conversations with your car alarm When you come out your shit is gone Soon your crew will be servin' sandwiches named after me Vietnamese style fool, please
Front row at the mass games Untraceable by name You speak of us in certain circles you will be dethroned or detained Gone, gone Your shit is gone, gone When you come out your shit is gone
I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2] I'm in your area, I'm in your area [x2] I know the first three numbers, I'm in [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
