Skeeyooo, Yo
Yo that bombazee got me high
(that bombazee word up)
From the go, off the shofar blowing
Mean the coming of the Zohar poet
In the cabal with the pro dart throwers
It's on point
I pole vault
High bar showman since the days of Izods
And the Tiger Shullmans
Had the O-Dog braids
Shaka and Jarod had the Olafs
I star-gazed at the Lo Life craze
Never seen the Ozarks
First time seeing ski goggles was on a train
In front of a cold hard gaze
It felt permanent
Poverty determinants
Cruel tournaments
Hop the ave with bags shopped from Burlington
Never had no Clark Wallabies or a shearling
Had to explain to pops why sneakers is worth murdering for
The same tale, it's just another cover
My coat of many colors
It brought the yoke of some envious brothers
I want the milk and honey like any other
If you the plug and got a better come-up
Go ahead, send me the number
(Send me the number fam)
Right
That Bombazee got me high
Right, yo
That Bombazee got me high
(..need to make money)
That Bombazee got me high
Right
I just wanna kill shit
Hey, this some real shit
Cuz that I done never spoke
I hold my emotions
So my soul and my heart in my throat
I'm a career crook
Call me a ghetto pope
You couldn't see half of my life looking through a microscope
My sister said it'll get better but I beg to differ
My life been hard since I was sucking on my mama nipple
To end up like I am now that was my fear
I'm 38 now and still quick to shed a tear
Aye love it don't cost nothin' to be real
I done cried so much had to tattoo my own tears
F*cked over my own peers
And I done burned me a bunch of bridges
It's only for the grace of God
I thank you, Jesus, that I'm still living
Hold on, give me one more
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
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Skeeyooo, Yo
Yo that bombazee got me high
(that bombazee word up)
From the go, off the shofar blowing
Mean the coming of the Zohar poet
In the cabal with the pro dart throwers
It's on point
I pole vault
High bar showman since the days of Izods
And the Tiger Shullmans
Had the O-Dog braids
Shaka and Jarod had the Olafs
I star-gazed at the Lo Life craze
Never seen the Ozarks
First time seeing ski goggles was on a train
In front of a cold hard gaze
It felt permanent
Poverty determinants
Cruel tournaments
Hop the ave with bags shopped from Burlington
Never had no Clark Wallabies or a shearling
Had to explain to pops why sneakers is worth murdering for
The same tale, it's just another cover
My coat of many colors
It brought the yoke of some envious brothers
I want the milk and honey like any other
If you the plug and got a better come-up
Go ahead, send me the number
(Send me the number fam)
Right
That Bombazee got me high
Right, yo
That Bombazee got me high
(..need to make money)
That Bombazee got me high
Right
I just wanna kill shit
Hey, this some real shit
Cuz that I done never spoke
I hold my emotions
So my soul and my heart in my throat
I'm a career crook
Call me a ghetto pope
You couldn't see half of my life looking through a microscope
My sister said it'll get better but I beg to differ
My life been hard since I was sucking on my mama nipple
To end up like I am now that was my fear
I'm 38 now and still quick to shed a tear
Aye love it don't cost nothin' to be real
I done cried so much had to tattoo my own tears
F*cked over my own peers
And I done burned me a bunch of bridges
It's only for the grace of God
I thank you, Jesus, that I'm still living
Hold on, give me one more
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
Yo that bombazee got me high
(that bombazee word up)
From the go, off the shofar blowing
Mean the coming of the Zohar poet
In the cabal with the pro dart throwers
It's on point
I pole vault
High bar showman since the days of Izods
And the Tiger Shullmans
Had the O-Dog braids
Shaka and Jarod had the Olafs
I star-gazed at the Lo Life craze
Never seen the Ozarks
First time seeing ski goggles was on a train
In front of a cold hard gaze
It felt permanent
Poverty determinants
Cruel tournaments
Hop the ave with bags shopped from Burlington
Never had no Clark Wallabies or a shearling
Had to explain to pops why sneakers is worth murdering for
The same tale, it's just another cover
My coat of many colors
It brought the yoke of some envious brothers
I want the milk and honey like any other
If you the plug and got a better come-up
Go ahead, send me the number
(Send me the number fam)
Right
That Bombazee got me high
Right, yo
That Bombazee got me high
(..need to make money)
That Bombazee got me high
Right
I just wanna kill shit
Hey, this some real shit
Cuz that I done never spoke
I hold my emotions
So my soul and my heart in my throat
I'm a career crook
Call me a ghetto pope
You couldn't see half of my life looking through a microscope
My sister said it'll get better but I beg to differ
My life been hard since I was sucking on my mama nipple
To end up like I am now that was my fear
I'm 38 now and still quick to shed a tear
Aye love it don't cost nothin' to be real
I done cried so much had to tattoo my own tears
F*cked over my own peers
And I done burned me a bunch of bridges
It's only for the grace of God
I thank you, Jesus, that I'm still living
Hold on, give me one more
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you
That bombazee got me high
Told you