Yeah
The shit that I spit is animated like hentai
Try to make a fool out of me you end up a dead guy
I don't play ball, clinch hitter like Saenchai
Choke you like a necktie, go to sleep it's your bedtime, ugh
Seaside Bones so wavy
On the Mend cooking up for me to go crazy
Like a snow day when I cop another 8-ball
Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated
Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine
Ready to redline, it's only the test drive
Push it to the limit lay ink at a guest spot
Slaying chicks Davey laying dick on a sexpot
Vague with my past I don't crave what I lack anymore
Cuz I rap from the core
Everything other than writings rap is a chore
Bored like I had a blast but now I'm back from the war
PTSD, you get paid to suck dick
PTSD, I'm a poet that's so dope
If you test me, give your f*cking face a front kick
Paying for the hospital's a quick way to go broke
Man I'm 26, thought I would have a lot of money by now
Damn, life is banal
Life is a rave and I'm stuck in the crowd
Life's a bitch so I f*ck it right in it's canal
Look at me dog, I'm a young Ozymandias
Anything bringing me revenue I want a hand in it
When it comes to women I'm swinging with polyamorous
Harems of tall and glamorous heiresses all immaculate
There is no withstanding the f*cking passage of time
Mixtape, an EP, an LP, an album
Whatever it is it gets buried in sand dunes
To my past-self, f*ck you I can't stand you
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work
Yeah
Light work bet I could write a verse and not rehearse
Spit it perfect and it's f*cking clutch like your momma's purse
Always confident engaging in a war of words
Feeling like I need do more dirt than a jar of worms
Common man smoke royal goo in a king spliff
Who the f*ck are you loyal to in this business
Beats are liquid I boil 'em in an instant
Got many different types of women showing me their midriffs
I'm mid-drift, on the brink of spinning out
Flow is something that I never had to think about
Now I got a chip on my shoulder to show my clout
Show me respect, gimme the check, big amount, ugh
That's my shit though
Choke-slamming a mo'f*cker like Big Show
No planning, freestyling to where the wind blows
Home anyplace I can get on a stage and spit flows
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top, ugh
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light, yeah
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Bones McQueen & On the Mend - Baby Grand Lyrics
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Yeah
The shit that I spit is animated like hentai
Try to make a fool out of me you end up a dead guy
I don't play ball, clinch hitter like Saenchai
Choke you like a necktie, go to sleep it's your bedtime, ugh
Seaside Bones so wavy
On the Mend cooking up for me to go crazy
Like a snow day when I cop another 8-ball
Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated
Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine
Ready to redline, it's only the test drive
Push it to the limit lay ink at a guest spot
Slaying chicks Davey laying dick on a sexpot
Vague with my past I don't crave what I lack anymore
Cuz I rap from the core
Everything other than writings rap is a chore
Bored like I had a blast but now I'm back from the war
PTSD, you get paid to suck dick
PTSD, I'm a poet that's so dope
If you test me, give your f*cking face a front kick
Paying for the hospital's a quick way to go broke
Man I'm 26, thought I would have a lot of money by now
Damn, life is banal
Life is a rave and I'm stuck in the crowd
Life's a bitch so I f*ck it right in it's canal
Look at me dog, I'm a young Ozymandias
Anything bringing me revenue I want a hand in it
When it comes to women I'm swinging with polyamorous
Harems of tall and glamorous heiresses all immaculate
There is no withstanding the f*cking passage of time
Mixtape, an EP, an LP, an album
Whatever it is it gets buried in sand dunes
To my past-self, f*ck you I can't stand you
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work
Yeah
Light work bet I could write a verse and not rehearse
Spit it perfect and it's f*cking clutch like your momma's purse
Always confident engaging in a war of words
Feeling like I need do more dirt than a jar of worms
Common man smoke royal goo in a king spliff
Who the f*ck are you loyal to in this business
Beats are liquid I boil 'em in an instant
Got many different types of women showing me their midriffs
I'm mid-drift, on the brink of spinning out
Flow is something that I never had to think about
Now I got a chip on my shoulder to show my clout
Show me respect, gimme the check, big amount, ugh
That's my shit though
Choke-slamming a mo'f*cker like Big Show
No planning, freestyling to where the wind blows
Home anyplace I can get on a stage and spit flows
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top, ugh
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light, yeah
The shit that I spit is animated like hentai
Try to make a fool out of me you end up a dead guy
I don't play ball, clinch hitter like Saenchai
Choke you like a necktie, go to sleep it's your bedtime, ugh
Seaside Bones so wavy
On the Mend cooking up for me to go crazy
Like a snow day when I cop another 8-ball
Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated
Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine
Ready to redline, it's only the test drive
Push it to the limit lay ink at a guest spot
Slaying chicks Davey laying dick on a sexpot
Vague with my past I don't crave what I lack anymore
Cuz I rap from the core
Everything other than writings rap is a chore
Bored like I had a blast but now I'm back from the war
PTSD, you get paid to suck dick
PTSD, I'm a poet that's so dope
If you test me, give your f*cking face a front kick
Paying for the hospital's a quick way to go broke
Man I'm 26, thought I would have a lot of money by now
Damn, life is banal
Life is a rave and I'm stuck in the crowd
Life's a bitch so I f*ck it right in it's canal
Look at me dog, I'm a young Ozymandias
Anything bringing me revenue I want a hand in it
When it comes to women I'm swinging with polyamorous
Harems of tall and glamorous heiresses all immaculate
There is no withstanding the f*cking passage of time
Mixtape, an EP, an LP, an album
Whatever it is it gets buried in sand dunes
To my past-self, f*ck you I can't stand you
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work
Yeah
Light work bet I could write a verse and not rehearse
Spit it perfect and it's f*cking clutch like your momma's purse
Always confident engaging in a war of words
Feeling like I need do more dirt than a jar of worms
Common man smoke royal goo in a king spliff
Who the f*ck are you loyal to in this business
Beats are liquid I boil 'em in an instant
Got many different types of women showing me their midriffs
I'm mid-drift, on the brink of spinning out
Flow is something that I never had to think about
Now I got a chip on my shoulder to show my clout
Show me respect, gimme the check, big amount, ugh
That's my shit though
Choke-slamming a mo'f*cker like Big Show
No planning, freestyling to where the wind blows
Home anyplace I can get on a stage and spit flows
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top, ugh
Brick stove oven I'm hot
Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop
Hit 27 and I probably won't stop
No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top
The only aspect of me that I like
Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write
The only f*cking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light, yeah
Writer: Sung Keon Lee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid