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Uncle Puff (feat. Reese) Video (MV)




Performed By: Mack
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Alexander Mack




Mack - Uncle Puff (feat. Reese) Lyrics




I was bad to the nerdy kids, the cool ones saw my nervousness
Throw up in my mouth when I be standin' at the surfaces, boutta jump off
I'm so lost lookin' for coordinates
Ain't no misfortune yet, man I'm just late to metamorphasis
I'm chillin' wit a woman on the floor, I close the door
She turnin' to contortionist
And when you bag it up, just make sure it's proportionate to what I ordered
Home-grown, smokin' organic wit my fingers on the organ
I ain't plan it, I just did it in the order they could never figure out
Don't give a damn about the corporate
I just do it for myself and the family in my portrait
No cuttin' corners, explore if you believe that it's important
Everybody gon' ignore it
That's the lesson, gotta force it
Ain't no free man in a fortress
That's the lesson, never warned us.
Are you ready?

Let's get this shit started
I'm on it, so honest
No policy on it, and you know they never checkin' on him
Keep my secrets in closets, I'm prolly never unlockin'
Writing sonnets 'bout my toxic friends who crave my deposits
Somewhere puttin' off responses to some messages from August
I'll be cookin' up some dope shit till they eatin' out my pockets
Wanna be dancin' on dollars
Flip the table, make profit
My girl told me I'll be famous one day, now I'm bankin' on it
So let's call it, let's call it
Baby cancel the drama
I'll be packin' up my socket till I'm ridin' round on comets
With my worries in shotgun, paranoia no option
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English

I was bad to the nerdy kids, the cool ones saw my nervousness
Throw up in my mouth when I be standin' at the surfaces, boutta jump off
I'm so lost lookin' for coordinates
Ain't no misfortune yet, man I'm just late to metamorphasis
I'm chillin' wit a woman on the floor, I close the door
She turnin' to contortionist
And when you bag it up, just make sure it's proportionate to what I ordered
Home-grown, smokin' organic wit my fingers on the organ
I ain't plan it, I just did it in the order they could never figure out
Don't give a damn about the corporate
I just do it for myself and the family in my portrait
No cuttin' corners, explore if you believe that it's important
Everybody gon' ignore it
That's the lesson, gotta force it
Ain't no free man in a fortress
That's the lesson, never warned us.
Are you ready?

Let's get this shit started
I'm on it, so honest
No policy on it, and you know they never checkin' on him
Keep my secrets in closets, I'm prolly never unlockin'
Writing sonnets 'bout my toxic friends who crave my deposits
Somewhere puttin' off responses to some messages from August
I'll be cookin' up some dope shit till they eatin' out my pockets
Wanna be dancin' on dollars
Flip the table, make profit
My girl told me I'll be famous one day, now I'm bankin' on it
So let's call it, let's call it
Baby cancel the drama
I'll be packin' up my socket till I'm ridin' round on comets
With my worries in shotgun, paranoia no option
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Writer: Alexander Mack
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