What an advantage
Dinner consisting of Ketchup and chipy sandwiches
Pray to the attic bless up and I the split damages
Demons I manage it
About that action neglecting the lights and cameras
Don't need a manger
Until me and Eli catch beat files from Daringer
My heart beat covered in bandages
Evil I'm pandering landing
Names dirty as Deion sanders Atlantain Anakin
Way I'm breathing off of the cannabis
Go ahead and cancel this
You think you Atticus
Spo ratic fanatic so nomadic with rapping
Still waiting for god to answer this
My subconscious is cancerous
Played my hand and I'm winning I'm Danny Tanner-ing
Blabbering bout some incels beating off a Victorias Secret mannequins
Mansplain the top g's to perceived amateurs
That's just embarrassing
Blood spill with my brothers while big mo in the kitchen cheffing up manwhiches
Now my penmanship profoundly a product of lone parent
The bottom my soul empty a golem
The psalms wrote in the Bible
Stay in my zone like I'm Scotty Hanson
Dead on arrival the rivals antsy
The artillery dances when auxiliary passes
Quit talking Tate like you Charlie Manson
You dormant we storming your mansion
Going balls deep in your pantry
Frantic with antics you panicking
Can't grab the dough by the antlers
I'm christian in the transfer
Window the standard
I'm superman you just scam newton
A panther, your mans toothless when grammar
Gets said stupid, the anger
You jumping ship I'm the anchor
Fake jewelry the only real on your ankle
More funerals than the banquets
The coroners in amazement
Steal for what like the poster child for wrangler jeans and the packers
I guess the cheese don't go with the crackers
Spitting facts in alpaca
Pack a wolves if you lacking
You using cash for some only fanning subscriptions
My cash right under my mattress, yo
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
ER Black - Brett Favre (Public Ed. Version) Lyrics
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What an advantage
Dinner consisting of Ketchup and chipy sandwiches
Pray to the attic bless up and I the split damages
Demons I manage it
About that action neglecting the lights and cameras
Don't need a manger
Until me and Eli catch beat files from Daringer
My heart beat covered in bandages
Evil I'm pandering landing
Names dirty as Deion sanders Atlantain Anakin
Way I'm breathing off of the cannabis
Go ahead and cancel this
You think you Atticus
Spo ratic fanatic so nomadic with rapping
Still waiting for god to answer this
My subconscious is cancerous
Played my hand and I'm winning I'm Danny Tanner-ing
Blabbering bout some incels beating off a Victorias Secret mannequins
Mansplain the top g's to perceived amateurs
That's just embarrassing
Blood spill with my brothers while big mo in the kitchen cheffing up manwhiches
Now my penmanship profoundly a product of lone parent
The bottom my soul empty a golem
The psalms wrote in the Bible
Stay in my zone like I'm Scotty Hanson
Dead on arrival the rivals antsy
The artillery dances when auxiliary passes
Quit talking Tate like you Charlie Manson
You dormant we storming your mansion
Going balls deep in your pantry
Frantic with antics you panicking
Can't grab the dough by the antlers
I'm christian in the transfer
Window the standard
I'm superman you just scam newton
A panther, your mans toothless when grammar
Gets said stupid, the anger
You jumping ship I'm the anchor
Fake jewelry the only real on your ankle
More funerals than the banquets
The coroners in amazement
Steal for what like the poster child for wrangler jeans and the packers
I guess the cheese don't go with the crackers
Spitting facts in alpaca
Pack a wolves if you lacking
You using cash for some only fanning subscriptions
My cash right under my mattress, yo
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
Dinner consisting of Ketchup and chipy sandwiches
Pray to the attic bless up and I the split damages
Demons I manage it
About that action neglecting the lights and cameras
Don't need a manger
Until me and Eli catch beat files from Daringer
My heart beat covered in bandages
Evil I'm pandering landing
Names dirty as Deion sanders Atlantain Anakin
Way I'm breathing off of the cannabis
Go ahead and cancel this
You think you Atticus
Spo ratic fanatic so nomadic with rapping
Still waiting for god to answer this
My subconscious is cancerous
Played my hand and I'm winning I'm Danny Tanner-ing
Blabbering bout some incels beating off a Victorias Secret mannequins
Mansplain the top g's to perceived amateurs
That's just embarrassing
Blood spill with my brothers while big mo in the kitchen cheffing up manwhiches
Now my penmanship profoundly a product of lone parent
The bottom my soul empty a golem
The psalms wrote in the Bible
Stay in my zone like I'm Scotty Hanson
Dead on arrival the rivals antsy
The artillery dances when auxiliary passes
Quit talking Tate like you Charlie Manson
You dormant we storming your mansion
Going balls deep in your pantry
Frantic with antics you panicking
Can't grab the dough by the antlers
I'm christian in the transfer
Window the standard
I'm superman you just scam newton
A panther, your mans toothless when grammar
Gets said stupid, the anger
You jumping ship I'm the anchor
Fake jewelry the only real on your ankle
More funerals than the banquets
The coroners in amazement
Steal for what like the poster child for wrangler jeans and the packers
I guess the cheese don't go with the crackers
Spitting facts in alpaca
Pack a wolves if you lacking
You using cash for some only fanning subscriptions
My cash right under my mattress, yo
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
Still sleeping on them
Death still creeping on them
The best speaking for them
The rest we ignoring
Writer: Colin Heminway
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid