French Montana - Why So Serious? Lyrics

Sing a happy tune,
The boy that cried through you,
We live the pictures that have come to past,
And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown,
And we are flesh and blood the sinner.......

Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre,
I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure,
It's slow but sure when I go they'll know Montanas observant arghh arghh,
My whip automatic, my guns automatic,
Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I'm bare footed,
I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a....
I'm the corner block pot holes concrete,
Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs,

Time has stopped before us,
The sky cannot ignore us,
No one can separate us,
For we are all that is,

In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket,
Where I'm cleaning my guns to go kill em,
Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw,
And I don't want your money you know what I came for,
You niggas make your moves,
I'll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit,
But I was born to fly Montana certified,
In case you're under a rock, you never heard of I,
Who did the I'm the boss,
They call me the nuclear holocaust,
We got planners this thick??....
I met your bell like ding dong banana clip,
Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split.

Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down,
And I am master of nothing??.... hahahaha

Coke

Ahhh