Untitled Song
• Written by jay_jay22
Hypnotized the masses behind Versace glasses
Play hard to get, females get jealous
And now it's clear as this promise
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
Look, I'm back like niggas on a bus
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
Hitting amputees in the knees, Jesus
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
Don't cross me, cause my friend, I'm no Jesus
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
And I ain't never plan to be famous
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
Cause my thing something vicious
Mama always told me I’d be famous
Amadou & Mariam but still no chorus
I'm a magician so please focus
See I'm breathing for a purpose
If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
But it's still cool just to dream man because
My criteria ain't even that serious
I've Mastered This Ask Of Me, My Raff Ain't Practice
Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Jesus
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
Niggas talk with limited service
Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus
Tawiah - All I Need Chorus
It's the DC thang, incase you ain't notice
Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious
Im so Bonkas, Im not conscious
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces
Four out of five try to fake and get serious
Made from the brain of me, most genius
The long road to success is dangerous
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
The critics are calling me conscious
I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was
Ducking bill collectors like Jehovah’s witness
When they showed up at your door at Christmas
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
Cause this nigga done got jealous
Hoping that nobody don't notice
By a brotha who was hopeless
Black Jesus!Searchin for Black Jesus
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jay_jay22
Member since June 4 2022