Alexander Aurelius - Press Sure Is Lyrics

F*ck fame
I just wanna f*ck babes
Untuck chains
Underground why I'll never once slave
You could catch me battlin' passin'em on the one train
Loaded with a gattlin' practicin' at the gun range
Try to duck stay
Out the f*ckin' cut hey
Cause the cucks weigh
Measure where my nuts hang
It be lust mayne
Bitches be lusting
It's like an arrow on my head
He becomes Aang

Hurricane coming gon' always be a breeze to me
I love a reign quite peacefully
See it's just another day doing decently
Until I thought of getting fame
Which seems to be

Ehem

Why I gotta come address the shit
When it's
Me and my girl
Sweats the fits
I'll be flippin' you the bird
Only press sure is
Is this pussy even worth
When the Nets begin

I want some court side seats
If it's worn by me
It's endorsed nightly
In a stored white tee
That I wore at like three
In some orange dyed jeans
Cause I poured Hi-C
To the floor and my feet

Up to where these bitches start coming to subjects
Comings a contest
I could f*ck in the convents
Middle of bum f*ck it's
Some pitch
As I kick back relax
We're only different cause I'm sun kissed

I wanna see more drip than grills of George Foreman
And all grills drip the tip iceberg formin'
To play sink ship the brink
1914
It needed was a dip
The wrist
That got frozen

It sent me in to shock like
(nah nah nah)
Think you hearin' shots while they callin' for backup
Starin' from the top man I'll never go back bum
As Zeus gonna toss
Wherever you standing

He'll

Strike down
Like now
My vows
Are stressing over Lambs that wander with night owls
I copped land and these mothaf*cka's quite loud
Still
Me and my girl took the right route

Looking out the window to a farm and beach
Her gardening
The barns complete
Has the stars to peace
A heart a beat
The sharks the seas
How our roots embarked blessing forestries
Pullin' up
Antarctic Jeep
That's that fresh all white 'fore the Forces crease
Watchin' snow fall like 24ths should see
Damn I just brought you all by future forest greens



And I'm just sittin' in my room tonight
Gettin' caught up in the mission coming through to the stu to try
Double dunk in between both the hoops of the groupies I
Really used to slide
To zero replies
Here goes the price
You get froze in ice
F*cking stoves and rice?
Now Chef Gord invites
You were sworn to write
Now you drawing like
Bob Ross' skies

Man it's crazy
I haven't done shit yet
Hop on the stages
They knowing what to lip sync
Turnin' them maybes
To "what time do you think fits?"
Purse awaiting
It's why she caught and interest

So when I touch down seein' Super Bowl rings
It was from now
When this soup was boring
Hits a no doubt
First pitch
If only
I'm in the stands now
And the tickets comfy
Cause they come free
Unleashed
Some beast
Man
I paint a better picture than sittin' write next to Humpty
Before I saw him wimpin' in pictures up at a brunch meet
Said that was lovely
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