[Verse 1] Wake and bake it slowly Yo it’s that bitch, run! It’s a suggestion Wake and bake it slowly It’s a suggestion It’s that bitch bitch, run What is rummaging demi-god Lost in the moat boy, guard my turf Take your clothing returns back in tact I need a dub sac before the bile clenches A pinch and stains my lungs
[Verse 2] Wag of the finger and the shock of call me old The dank on two tabs in labor pest block the cough and cold A long drawn case of evasive waiting session activities please Blue on both sides, my model doc calls in late Pencil ,shoe mall, the mothers daughter propagates Low on fodder in a mannequin in suite and tie Rosha come now with the bible got a grenade on the inside
[Verse 3] Hey man can I get in there This door isn’t push you squeeze it When your talking pace is like a racist case Cow bladder hepatitis please bitch I must’ve blamed all these competing contemporary factions I must’ve decreed that this is the sum of all of my actions Better to stay up late then feel the mornings hate for me and my masochist mind Running again and again and again with a realistic wage in mind Running again and again remove the plastic that’s lodged in my spine If you know the bumps than the road won't jump and startle you half of the time Better to stay up late than feel the mornings hate for me and my masochist mind Me and my masochist mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
