Back at it again, sun is up and I'm grinding up here once again
I called up my friend, he said that he wanted to talk about things
Like we ain't never talkin again. Yeah
He smokes with pen, the type that I use to write all of the things that I'm saying
I'm saying like here and there you know what I'm saying?
Of course you don't know what I'm saying
This is the mind of a guy, who desires to be one of a kind
Not one of your kinds. you know, like a supamothaf*ckin saiyan?
Crayons?
I'm pullin' my pants up, 'cus I'm learning to walk with my pants sagging
Ain't pill popping, no drug shit
I'm all up the juice tho. Shot like Caruso
I don't know why I'm making this shit tho
Sign of the cross when I pull out my .44
Headshots, automatics with clean holes
Three hoes, drawn over a piece of paper, that's A4
Like Beethoven, the way that I'm pressing over these three notes now they bending over
Cassanova, super soker. Now that I'm joining the game I'm becoming a Supernova
Catastrophic with my hands alone, like chief sosa
I'm getting sober, I swear it's over. I promise I won't, but you're super over
Mac-10s and I radioed like over-over, like a stray dog and now you're rolling over
Ray Charles they can't see my colors, headshots when I'm pullin' over
Too many"overs", two hours, in the same vowel, but for real it's over
Like it's really over tho
I'm changing the flow now, go down, north town and buy me some Gold Crowns
Spending a buck 'cus we up now
(But we ain't up yet)
(We all gon' be there soon)
(We just gotta keep on workin)
(We just gotta keep that dream on bruh)
(For real)
I'm killing the time, I'm just fixing my rhyme
You know that this shit cost a dime. But is it crime?
Making this shit is the cost of my life
Is there a light? Come on and blaze by my side
Lighting this shit with a wire
Bitches be asking me why? I told 'em to stop it
'Cus this shit's my life
Right?
Alex-X - Juice Lyrics
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Back at it again, sun is up and I'm grinding up here once again
I called up my friend, he said that he wanted to talk about things
Like we ain't never talkin again. Yeah
He smokes with pen, the type that I use to write all of the things that I'm saying
I'm saying like here and there you know what I'm saying?
Of course you don't know what I'm saying
This is the mind of a guy, who desires to be one of a kind
Not one of your kinds. you know, like a supamothaf*ckin saiyan?
Crayons?
I'm pullin' my pants up, 'cus I'm learning to walk with my pants sagging
Ain't pill popping, no drug shit
I'm all up the juice tho. Shot like Caruso
I don't know why I'm making this shit tho
Sign of the cross when I pull out my .44
Headshots, automatics with clean holes
Three hoes, drawn over a piece of paper, that's A4
Like Beethoven, the way that I'm pressing over these three notes now they bending over
Cassanova, super soker. Now that I'm joining the game I'm becoming a Supernova
Catastrophic with my hands alone, like chief sosa
I'm getting sober, I swear it's over. I promise I won't, but you're super over
Mac-10s and I radioed like over-over, like a stray dog and now you're rolling over
Ray Charles they can't see my colors, headshots when I'm pullin' over
Too many"overs", two hours, in the same vowel, but for real it's over
Like it's really over tho
I'm changing the flow now, go down, north town and buy me some Gold Crowns
Spending a buck 'cus we up now
(But we ain't up yet)
(We all gon' be there soon)
(We just gotta keep on workin)
(We just gotta keep that dream on bruh)
(For real)
I'm killing the time, I'm just fixing my rhyme
You know that this shit cost a dime. But is it crime?
Making this shit is the cost of my life
Is there a light? Come on and blaze by my side
Lighting this shit with a wire
Bitches be asking me why? I told 'em to stop it
'Cus this shit's my life
Right?
I called up my friend, he said that he wanted to talk about things
Like we ain't never talkin again. Yeah
He smokes with pen, the type that I use to write all of the things that I'm saying
I'm saying like here and there you know what I'm saying?
Of course you don't know what I'm saying
This is the mind of a guy, who desires to be one of a kind
Not one of your kinds. you know, like a supamothaf*ckin saiyan?
Crayons?
I'm pullin' my pants up, 'cus I'm learning to walk with my pants sagging
Ain't pill popping, no drug shit
I'm all up the juice tho. Shot like Caruso
I don't know why I'm making this shit tho
Sign of the cross when I pull out my .44
Headshots, automatics with clean holes
Three hoes, drawn over a piece of paper, that's A4
Like Beethoven, the way that I'm pressing over these three notes now they bending over
Cassanova, super soker. Now that I'm joining the game I'm becoming a Supernova
Catastrophic with my hands alone, like chief sosa
I'm getting sober, I swear it's over. I promise I won't, but you're super over
Mac-10s and I radioed like over-over, like a stray dog and now you're rolling over
Ray Charles they can't see my colors, headshots when I'm pullin' over
Too many"overs", two hours, in the same vowel, but for real it's over
Like it's really over tho
I'm changing the flow now, go down, north town and buy me some Gold Crowns
Spending a buck 'cus we up now
(But we ain't up yet)
(We all gon' be there soon)
(We just gotta keep on workin)
(We just gotta keep that dream on bruh)
(For real)
I'm killing the time, I'm just fixing my rhyme
You know that this shit cost a dime. But is it crime?
Making this shit is the cost of my life
Is there a light? Come on and blaze by my side
Lighting this shit with a wire
Bitches be asking me why? I told 'em to stop it
'Cus this shit's my life
Right?
Writer: Alexander Alonzo
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