Christopher Legare - I Got It Lyrics

I can talk to cops with
Weed in my pockets
Gotchu looking shocked
Start seething about it
Don't wanna talk shop
Got me feeling all clouded
Oh boy this beat clean
I told u i got it
I can talk to cops with
Weed in my pockets
Gotchu looking shocked
Start seething about it
Don't wanna talk shop
Got me feeling all clouded
Oh boy this beat clean
I told u i got it
I've been on this earth since the pre-alpha
When it was just me and trees and bees out here
When it was peaceful, before all you nerds got here
I saw the gods fight for control over you greed mongers
Y'all ain't my brethren
Stumbling and falling and applauding when you fall again
You concede so easy it reminds me of a peace offering
You don't keep fighting, probably cuz you're beat often
I'm a bit sad, y'all only show up for fads
E-gad, I'm a sheep baaaaah, the freaks back
Preaching bout the cheap gas
Man your gonna make me relapse
Gonna need a free pass
Now my
Dick soft cuz the game hard
Fighting people over meat cuz the cheap cost
But you don't know the loss no more resources
And you won't understand till your feet sore
Now look around the room, who the elephant
It's me, the bees knees, straight killing shit
The boy clean but still sweet, call it peppermint
You'll see, a few years you'll be penitent
Been a year since i seen a pay stub
Only work until the bills stop
Kinda weak the priest push the prenup
On your knees your free to be tough
O u fighting?
Well I'm fighting too
Look around the room
You the only one here that don't got a clue
You the only one here wishing others will lose
Its kinda funny, you just don't got that drive
You to busy waitin that when that moment arrives
You gon let it slip by
You gon ball up and cry
You gon get eaten alive
And i make me sick too
But that's not an excuse
You're not prepared to be presentable
Up there on your pedestal
You think you can but you're gonna feel these chemicals
Set the throne ablaze
Imma start a new phase
Soak up all the malaise
Soak it up and store it as rage
In these, our last few days
Imma require some logic on my plate
Brought over by some temper mannered servant
Who's compliant with pain
And imma fry him up and serve him as steak
Like It's a burden only I undertake
I'd like to see you try to assimilate
Man that really takes the cake
How you think they give more than they take
When the only thing you taking is bait
You got a hook in your mouth
Not a book in your house
Got u hiding your spouse
What you afraid imma say
That you'd make a nice fillet?
A crispy Soufflé?
I can talk to cops with
Weed in my pockets
Got you looking shocked
Start seething about it
Don't wanna talk shop
Got me feeling all clouded
Oh boy this beat clean
I told u i got it
I can talk to cops with
Weed in my pockets
Gotchu looking shocked
Start seething about it
Don't wanna talk shop
Got me feeling all clouded
Oh boy this beat clean
I told u i got it