Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Bach
Johann Sebastian Bach-lava
It's me
It's me
The hash belongs to me
Flushing Queens shit (uh-huh)
You already know (you already know)
You already know
You already know (you already know)
For so many God damn years (uh)
I've been trying to take off
While motherf*ckers hanging from the landing gear (get off)
Fresh off a mental hiatus (uh)
Strap your bitch across the pond, a half a pound in her anus (woo)
That's while I occupy the spaceship (damn)
Man, this Moroccan lemon sorbet, I can taste the mint (mmh)
I lace that shit (mmh)
Beat the pussy up until it looks like one of Satchel Paige's baseball mitts
This ain't no cakewalk (uh)
You get a one way ticket to the shadow realm (good night)
The 12th dimension is where battle shall be held (uh)
The final prize is to die with pride (uh)
Until they cover me with gold and stud my diamond eyes (uh)
Reanimation is not for common guys (nope)
And ain't a motherf*cker breathing that's my kind of kind (nope)
I scribble illegibly on the dotted line (uh)
All along with a plot in mind (uh)
Maroon 860s with the cocky eyes (uh)
Bitches try to say I give off Rocky vibes (Adrian)
The one from Philadelphia (Adrian)
I'm sicker than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia (love)
(This is my song) shit
Sing it, uh, sing beautifully (here is a song, a serenade to you)
That's a real man right there, that's a man's man (the world)
(Cannot be wrong) it's true
(If in this world there's you) mh, uh
A patch from all thirty NBA teams on the jean shorts (all of them, uh)
Wore the man who sold me Scungilli on the seashore (uh)
He told my life was a seesaw (uh)
I just hope I don't end up at Creedmoor (no)
You know kids, I need like three more (three)
F*ck 'til I can't see no more (I can't see)
'Til I end up in the senior home
It's me
F*ck, man
That's all I got
Action Bronson - SHADOW REALM Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Bach
Johann Sebastian Bach-lava
It's me
It's me
The hash belongs to me
Flushing Queens shit (uh-huh)
You already know (you already know)
You already know
You already know (you already know)
For so many God damn years (uh)
I've been trying to take off
While motherf*ckers hanging from the landing gear (get off)
Fresh off a mental hiatus (uh)
Strap your bitch across the pond, a half a pound in her anus (woo)
That's while I occupy the spaceship (damn)
Man, this Moroccan lemon sorbet, I can taste the mint (mmh)
I lace that shit (mmh)
Beat the pussy up until it looks like one of Satchel Paige's baseball mitts
This ain't no cakewalk (uh)
You get a one way ticket to the shadow realm (good night)
The 12th dimension is where battle shall be held (uh)
The final prize is to die with pride (uh)
Until they cover me with gold and stud my diamond eyes (uh)
Reanimation is not for common guys (nope)
And ain't a motherf*cker breathing that's my kind of kind (nope)
I scribble illegibly on the dotted line (uh)
All along with a plot in mind (uh)
Maroon 860s with the cocky eyes (uh)
Bitches try to say I give off Rocky vibes (Adrian)
The one from Philadelphia (Adrian)
I'm sicker than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia (love)
(This is my song) shit
Sing it, uh, sing beautifully (here is a song, a serenade to you)
That's a real man right there, that's a man's man (the world)
(Cannot be wrong) it's true
(If in this world there's you) mh, uh
A patch from all thirty NBA teams on the jean shorts (all of them, uh)
Wore the man who sold me Scungilli on the seashore (uh)
He told my life was a seesaw (uh)
I just hope I don't end up at Creedmoor (no)
You know kids, I need like three more (three)
F*ck 'til I can't see no more (I can't see)
'Til I end up in the senior home
It's me
F*ck, man
That's all I got
Young Bach
Johann Sebastian Bach-lava
It's me
It's me
The hash belongs to me
Flushing Queens shit (uh-huh)
You already know (you already know)
You already know
You already know (you already know)
For so many God damn years (uh)
I've been trying to take off
While motherf*ckers hanging from the landing gear (get off)
Fresh off a mental hiatus (uh)
Strap your bitch across the pond, a half a pound in her anus (woo)
That's while I occupy the spaceship (damn)
Man, this Moroccan lemon sorbet, I can taste the mint (mmh)
I lace that shit (mmh)
Beat the pussy up until it looks like one of Satchel Paige's baseball mitts
This ain't no cakewalk (uh)
You get a one way ticket to the shadow realm (good night)
The 12th dimension is where battle shall be held (uh)
The final prize is to die with pride (uh)
Until they cover me with gold and stud my diamond eyes (uh)
Reanimation is not for common guys (nope)
And ain't a motherf*cker breathing that's my kind of kind (nope)
I scribble illegibly on the dotted line (uh)
All along with a plot in mind (uh)
Maroon 860s with the cocky eyes (uh)
Bitches try to say I give off Rocky vibes (Adrian)
The one from Philadelphia (Adrian)
I'm sicker than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia (love)
(This is my song) shit
Sing it, uh, sing beautifully (here is a song, a serenade to you)
That's a real man right there, that's a man's man (the world)
(Cannot be wrong) it's true
(If in this world there's you) mh, uh
A patch from all thirty NBA teams on the jean shorts (all of them, uh)
Wore the man who sold me Scungilli on the seashore (uh)
He told my life was a seesaw (uh)
I just hope I don't end up at Creedmoor (no)
You know kids, I need like three more (three)
F*ck 'til I can't see no more (I can't see)
'Til I end up in the senior home
It's me
F*ck, man
That's all I got
Writer: Ariyan Arslani
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group