Sideline stories, I was shouting get 'em, Tiger
Black cat was gnawing on my fingers, called him Peter Biter
Baby, need a light, she claims that the tar she shot inspired writers
Faking beefs, impossible, Mama urging to tread lighter
David told me to stop name dropping in my songs F*ck Yasmin, Yuh
A couple years ago, I gazed in mirrors, proud my stubble shown
Titled head, swaying back in forth, it's something like a metronome
Interpret it two ways, like when I say I had a broken home
The knit sat very loose, exactly how envisioned, got it sewn
I was yelling go at every turn, I couldn't take it slow
Accelerating thoughts, the danger came in swerving 'round the road
Drove high, Veeze blared, and skipping songs at red lights
My girl bought Ysl cologne, she heard I'm Yves, she's dead right
Boiling these bubbles, all she did was make my lead rise
I was speaking to those eppy goons, and boy are they some dead guys
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
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Sideline stories, I was shouting get 'em, Tiger
Black cat was gnawing on my fingers, called him Peter Biter
Baby, need a light, she claims that the tar she shot inspired writers
Faking beefs, impossible, Mama urging to tread lighter
David told me to stop name dropping in my songs F*ck Yasmin, Yuh
A couple years ago, I gazed in mirrors, proud my stubble shown
Titled head, swaying back in forth, it's something like a metronome
Interpret it two ways, like when I say I had a broken home
The knit sat very loose, exactly how envisioned, got it sewn
I was yelling go at every turn, I couldn't take it slow
Accelerating thoughts, the danger came in swerving 'round the road
Drove high, Veeze blared, and skipping songs at red lights
My girl bought Ysl cologne, she heard I'm Yves, she's dead right
Boiling these bubbles, all she did was make my lead rise
I was speaking to those eppy goons, and boy are they some dead guys
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
Black cat was gnawing on my fingers, called him Peter Biter
Baby, need a light, she claims that the tar she shot inspired writers
Faking beefs, impossible, Mama urging to tread lighter
David told me to stop name dropping in my songs F*ck Yasmin, Yuh
A couple years ago, I gazed in mirrors, proud my stubble shown
Titled head, swaying back in forth, it's something like a metronome
Interpret it two ways, like when I say I had a broken home
The knit sat very loose, exactly how envisioned, got it sewn
I was yelling go at every turn, I couldn't take it slow
Accelerating thoughts, the danger came in swerving 'round the road
Drove high, Veeze blared, and skipping songs at red lights
My girl bought Ysl cologne, she heard I'm Yves, she's dead right
Boiling these bubbles, all she did was make my lead rise
I was speaking to those eppy goons, and boy are they some dead guys
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
Babe, its us versus them
I look at her attire, she's got stars on her helm
It was something like Ye, she so appalled by my tales
Babe, I'm really yvil, I sent bombs through the mail
Writer: Yves Kubicki
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