False Reality Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Its that boom boom bizzap
Blown from a trizzap
Bookie keep it coming from the bass to the Hi-Hats
Sanitary grace styles
Moving in, taking out
Pulling in, breaking down
The shits so great now
And what I'm feeling is
The moon is where I outta be
Gotta be
Inside of me
Feeling like its outta reach
But in a clutch
I'm fucking up
My face already stuck'n up
From fooling with this rapping stuff
Shucks, rush
Ugh!
To the door, grab my book bag
Moving in a city, where the dreams never ever last
Spinning from a whirlwind
My mind is such a wasteland
Cashing in my Z for a bus pass
Travel
The globe again
Hustle when its hard to live
Cash that was hard to spend
A prom date would never give
Nookie nookie
Grams old cookies
Boil in pot
I'm hot
Come look'y
Rookie year
GIBBY's here
Grab yourself a fucking beer
Cheers to the great one
We moving so you sucka's fear
I pass out
On top of my moms couch
Head blown, head phones
Bumping some dirty south
I'm the new shit...
Chipped tooth in a coupe shit
Spinning all the records in room for a loop hit
Guess now
I'm living the lifestyle
Young, fly, broke, & dangerous
Stolen from the stars style
BLAAAOWHH!!
Up in yah face
I grace the place
To make yah ace
Loose his faith
And make safe
And hide his hate
Illuminate
My flow will damage
Your camera
To rough for a amateur
Blow smoke on a hammock
Or talk to me, ill vanish ya
Weak bitch
With stamina
Fuck hoes!
Examine the flow
Cold like canada dry
Soul glow
Dammit it fly
Post up, picture the sky
I'm rolling
We out! We out! We out!
And I'm taking you high
Muthafuckah!
[Outro]
La dadadada dot dot dohhh duh dot dada
(x3)
Im drunk
"cough"
Put that cigarette out man!