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Eli Rooks - Victor Neuman Lyrics



Eli Rooks - Victor Neuman Lyrics
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Check me out, vernacular's groovy
Ever since a young boy I knew this
I've been in my head I feel like Buddhist
I just need some zen I gotta do this
Feel like I'm in class, I'm not the student
Broke up out the matrix took a blue pill
Now I'm in my zone just like the mixtape
Breezy in the cut I'm on my 5th drink
Keep on making hits this ain't no mistake
Presidential timing for the wrist take
Calculated timing on the risk take
Bitches never stay the same
Niggas always in the way
I'm just tryna make a way
In the way gon' make you pay
Got no time for type of way
Feel the walls they closin' in
Ima smoke me some medicine
What the f*ck is a vicodin
Think I'm starting to like the smell
Don't you smell the fear in the air
Catchin' contact, don't inhale
Baby get you compact, fix your hair
Way too many people here
Need to get shit in gear
Cuz once you get shit up on the road
You know that the show must go on
I know I'm a long way from home
Can never be too far from the chrome
I keep all my trust, faith in the lord
Cuz niggas they schemin'
Swear it get treacherous
Swear they need Jesus
Your own brother would set you up
Swear you wouldn't believe it
I know that they said that it's cheaper to keep her
You ain't gotta be the mob to capisce it
Sticky situations bringing on leeches
I can see it from a mile she a treesha
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
I be feelin all types of way
Think I need me a getaway
Had to make me all types of plays
Just to get me up out the way
Moms keep trippin'
Feds keep lookin'
Steady stayin' on my case
Goin' out like that, no way
Got another plan today
Got it in my heart, I just play my part
Too much on my mind, got shit to say
How you supposed to be my mans
Went and audibled the plan
How the f*ck you went and switched it
Made a new rendition
I be movin' off of vibes and eyes
And you lookin' suspicious
Didn't have to kick no doors, I'm good
I'm legally gettin' it just like I should
My girl legally blonde, come from the hood
Throw that shit at her, she throw that shit back
We got good chemistry, good game of catch
When she clutch on her chest, that ain't no cardiac
Rookie goin' so hard, you should go and relax
Need to lay in the sand with the sun on my back
Massive attack
Ain't no should I stay or should I leave her
I know that they said that it's cheaper to keep her
You ain't gotta be the mob to capisce it
Sticky situations bringing on leeches
I can see it from a mile she a treesha
Stiff arm then its bye Felicia
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
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Check me out, vernacular's groovy
Ever since a young boy I knew this
I've been in my head I feel like Buddhist
I just need some zen I gotta do this
Feel like I'm in class, I'm not the student
Broke up out the matrix took a blue pill
Now I'm in my zone just like the mixtape
Breezy in the cut I'm on my 5th drink
Keep on making hits this ain't no mistake
Presidential timing for the wrist take
Calculated timing on the risk take
Bitches never stay the same
Niggas always in the way
I'm just tryna make a way
In the way gon' make you pay
Got no time for type of way
Feel the walls they closin' in
Ima smoke me some medicine
What the f*ck is a vicodin
Think I'm starting to like the smell
Don't you smell the fear in the air
Catchin' contact, don't inhale
Baby get you compact, fix your hair
Way too many people here
Need to get shit in gear
Cuz once you get shit up on the road
You know that the show must go on
I know I'm a long way from home
Can never be too far from the chrome
I keep all my trust, faith in the lord
Cuz niggas they schemin'
Swear it get treacherous
Swear they need Jesus
Your own brother would set you up
Swear you wouldn't believe it
I know that they said that it's cheaper to keep her
You ain't gotta be the mob to capisce it
Sticky situations bringing on leeches
I can see it from a mile she a treesha
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
I be feelin all types of way
Think I need me a getaway
Had to make me all types of plays
Just to get me up out the way
Moms keep trippin'
Feds keep lookin'
Steady stayin' on my case
Goin' out like that, no way
Got another plan today
Got it in my heart, I just play my part
Too much on my mind, got shit to say
How you supposed to be my mans
Went and audibled the plan
How the f*ck you went and switched it
Made a new rendition
I be movin' off of vibes and eyes
And you lookin' suspicious
Didn't have to kick no doors, I'm good
I'm legally gettin' it just like I should
My girl legally blonde, come from the hood
Throw that shit at her, she throw that shit back
We got good chemistry, good game of catch
When she clutch on her chest, that ain't no cardiac
Rookie goin' so hard, you should go and relax
Need to lay in the sand with the sun on my back
Massive attack
Ain't no should I stay or should I leave her
I know that they said that it's cheaper to keep her
You ain't gotta be the mob to capisce it
Sticky situations bringing on leeches
I can see it from a mile she a treesha
Stiff arm then its bye Felicia
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
Mix to match my laflair
My he's so debonaire
Flow so February
Every month of the year
Fresh to death my lapel
EightBit's the label
We do this shit can't you tell
Think I'm starting to like it here
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Writer: Ryan Webley
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Performed By: Eli Rooks
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Ryan Webley
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