The strong friend only one nigga checked on,
Hazardous, second death of Lazarus
Beef is the entree. all joking? a side.
Pass on the usage of fists, orthodox pacifist
Smoke a Pennsylvania dutch
Don't sit long or talk much
Far be it to be far fetch to me
They'll be better days, head high whole time
Hair fried, never dyed, but laid to one side.
Doomsday preppers search for Cinderella slippers
You make it rain on the stripper, I'm the post parade sweeper
Same group chat exists, 'cept without me.
Thingamagigolo, hiding flaws flawlessly
No tats, I'm immaculate
You a content king, poquito music, mad posturing.
While I'm travelin' like a javelin
That's what I do, from here in Centre County down to Maryland
My mouth open, open your Notes app
They the flames I'm the coals where all the heat at
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The strong friend only one nigga checked on,
Hazardous, second death of Lazarus
Beef is the entree. all joking? a side.
Pass on the usage of fists, orthodox pacifist
Smoke a Pennsylvania dutch
Don't sit long or talk much
Far be it to be far fetch to me
They'll be better days, head high whole time
Hair fried, never dyed, but laid to one side.
Doomsday preppers search for Cinderella slippers
You make it rain on the stripper, I'm the post parade sweeper
Same group chat exists, 'cept without me.
Thingamagigolo, hiding flaws flawlessly
No tats, I'm immaculate
You a content king, poquito music, mad posturing.
While I'm travelin' like a javelin
That's what I do, from here in Centre County down to Maryland
My mouth open, open your Notes app
They the flames I'm the coals where all the heat at
Hazardous, second death of Lazarus
Beef is the entree. all joking? a side.
Pass on the usage of fists, orthodox pacifist
Smoke a Pennsylvania dutch
Don't sit long or talk much
Far be it to be far fetch to me
They'll be better days, head high whole time
Hair fried, never dyed, but laid to one side.
Doomsday preppers search for Cinderella slippers
You make it rain on the stripper, I'm the post parade sweeper
Same group chat exists, 'cept without me.
Thingamagigolo, hiding flaws flawlessly
No tats, I'm immaculate
You a content king, poquito music, mad posturing.
While I'm travelin' like a javelin
That's what I do, from here in Centre County down to Maryland
My mouth open, open your Notes app
They the flames I'm the coals where all the heat at
Writer: Dwight Conroy Farrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC