Well I guess I'm doing fine
Say I needa' watch myself
Keep loosing track of time
Yeah, the hand is on the nine
Questioned my existence, but no answer did I find
You could
Be whoever, screw whoever, do whatever
But I promise one day someone gone do it better
This the type of shit to give a dude a new vendetta
When I spit I kill these rap niggas ancestors
All my tracks slap
No Manchester
Thats a fact you need to know
Before the man test ya'
I jump foes in multiples like playin' checkers
An old soul
I'm wise but never stayed in lectures
Hated leper but his skill is appealing
Too distant to touch
Your'e under an invisible ceiling
I tactfully massacre rappers
Like it's ritual killing
F*ck these watered down acts
I know some ways of distilling
And trust
Lord willin' I kill 'em
Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
Still life goes on
Bored Villian
Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
Bright and slick
So just listen hun
Or you might miss and slip
On his liquid sun
In high-school all the chicks would run
Now they drip
Cuz I spit
And I'm sick
Life a bitch and the biggest pun
But I'm tryna be as big as Pun
No cap
Im under-case 'till this jig get done
Dance with devils
When I die I'll probl'y witness one
Prance with rebels
Like tryn'a improve my fitness son
Yeah
Hol' up
Or you might just meet your death today
Though you ain't ready
Bet this shit'll make you defecate
My writing style be looking like a dyslexic Mase
And if I swing I'm liable to wreck ya' face
And let the record state
I came with loaded weapons
F*ck a judge I'm just lookin' for some hoes to beckon
F*ck a grudge know your place, and that you lack perception
George III, but I'm never coming that or second
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Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
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Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
George III - Light Switch Lyrics
George III - Light Switch Lyrics
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Well I guess I'm doing fine
Say I needa' watch myself
Keep loosing track of time
Yeah, the hand is on the nine
Questioned my existence, but no answer did I find
You could
Be whoever, screw whoever, do whatever
But I promise one day someone gone do it better
This the type of shit to give a dude a new vendetta
When I spit I kill these rap niggas ancestors
All my tracks slap
No Manchester
Thats a fact you need to know
Before the man test ya'
I jump foes in multiples like playin' checkers
An old soul
I'm wise but never stayed in lectures
Hated leper but his skill is appealing
Too distant to touch
Your'e under an invisible ceiling
I tactfully massacre rappers
Like it's ritual killing
F*ck these watered down acts
I know some ways of distilling
And trust
Lord willin' I kill 'em
Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
Still life goes on
Bored Villian
Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
Bright and slick
So just listen hun
Or you might miss and slip
On his liquid sun
In high-school all the chicks would run
Now they drip
Cuz I spit
And I'm sick
Life a bitch and the biggest pun
But I'm tryna be as big as Pun
No cap
Im under-case 'till this jig get done
Dance with devils
When I die I'll probl'y witness one
Prance with rebels
Like tryn'a improve my fitness son
Yeah
Hol' up
Or you might just meet your death today
Though you ain't ready
Bet this shit'll make you defecate
My writing style be looking like a dyslexic Mase
And if I swing I'm liable to wreck ya' face
And let the record state
I came with loaded weapons
F*ck a judge I'm just lookin' for some hoes to beckon
F*ck a grudge know your place, and that you lack perception
George III, but I'm never coming that or second
You might also like
Schizoaffective
George III
For now I'm Ok
George III
Low Self Esteem
George III
Lord willin' I kill 'em
Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
Still life goes on
Bored Villain
Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
Say I needa' watch myself
Keep loosing track of time
Yeah, the hand is on the nine
Questioned my existence, but no answer did I find
You could
Be whoever, screw whoever, do whatever
But I promise one day someone gone do it better
This the type of shit to give a dude a new vendetta
When I spit I kill these rap niggas ancestors
All my tracks slap
No Manchester
Thats a fact you need to know
Before the man test ya'
I jump foes in multiples like playin' checkers
An old soul
I'm wise but never stayed in lectures
Hated leper but his skill is appealing
Too distant to touch
Your'e under an invisible ceiling
I tactfully massacre rappers
Like it's ritual killing
F*ck these watered down acts
I know some ways of distilling
And trust
Lord willin' I kill 'em
Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
Still life goes on
Bored Villian
Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
Bright and slick
So just listen hun
Or you might miss and slip
On his liquid sun
In high-school all the chicks would run
Now they drip
Cuz I spit
And I'm sick
Life a bitch and the biggest pun
But I'm tryna be as big as Pun
No cap
Im under-case 'till this jig get done
Dance with devils
When I die I'll probl'y witness one
Prance with rebels
Like tryn'a improve my fitness son
Yeah
Hol' up
Or you might just meet your death today
Though you ain't ready
Bet this shit'll make you defecate
My writing style be looking like a dyslexic Mase
And if I swing I'm liable to wreck ya' face
And let the record state
I came with loaded weapons
F*ck a judge I'm just lookin' for some hoes to beckon
F*ck a grudge know your place, and that you lack perception
George III, but I'm never coming that or second
You might also like
Schizoaffective
George III
For now I'm Ok
George III
Low Self Esteem
George III
Lord willin' I kill 'em
Ignore Feelings
Pop a pill
And then I right these songs
Still life goes on
Bored Villain
Won't settle as your fill-in
I might do some shit that might be wrong
Still life goes on
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
On and off and on again
On and off and on again
Like a light switch
Writer: George Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid