Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Energy in my system
I cancel out with addition
And let it flow up on the instrumental, juxtaposition
I be just screamin' loud then come up to clean up in the kitchen
And talk about what got me feelin' I should turn to religion
Now, chair down feet on the ground in a lesson talkin' of exponents
Playin' pool whenever my 808 is givin' a rush
A frog to a salamander, bitch I live in a rut
Hear an idea for change, I give it a nip in the butt
Now it's gone
I hold the power when it isn't even on
Homie everybody do it, put the treasure in a bong
And now we motherf*ckin' blasting to home
Chain me up because I'm phasin' when I'm mastering clones
Take a look at a wave and change that
Now it's gettin' weird, like when you hear a delayed clap
Come and give em to me
I be phloeming all of the time, going either way
And sortin' stems like a bitch in the warmer parts of days
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
See how I do it every September
Window shoppin', Macaulay Culkin
Now I found a little gunny and I got a crew dismembered
Got Assyria touch when I come f*ck a beat up
Chop it right up with a finger, lookin' like Edward
Johnny Depp, I'm Caribbean
Yandhi reppin'
How I'm speakin' like I'm droppin' 'til I'm up in a different endeavour
Now on droppin' 25th of December
Like Santa
See me with the stick like Fanta
Lately feelin' kinda cookie, feelin' like grandma
The man and the woman of the house when my pants up
Takin' every role, that's not even when I grass up
Lookin' at your mother, I be lookin' at your hamper
Correlation
Now
Minimize everything that I'm carin' about
Just to find everything when I'm wearin' them out
I'd be fine with a drink and some air from the south
But it's cold, and I'm lost in the glare of the doubt
So I call to a listener, rare in the cloud
But I search and I search till my hair's fallin' out
And I'm wrinklin' up like a prune
In about 5 years I'll be lookin' like I'm there if I pout
So I click on the line on the top right of the screen
Mud - Entertain Lyrics
Mud - Entertain Lyrics
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Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Energy in my system
I cancel out with addition
And let it flow up on the instrumental, juxtaposition
I be just screamin' loud then come up to clean up in the kitchen
And talk about what got me feelin' I should turn to religion
Now, chair down feet on the ground in a lesson talkin' of exponents
Playin' pool whenever my 808 is givin' a rush
A frog to a salamander, bitch I live in a rut
Hear an idea for change, I give it a nip in the butt
Now it's gone
I hold the power when it isn't even on
Homie everybody do it, put the treasure in a bong
And now we motherf*ckin' blasting to home
Chain me up because I'm phasin' when I'm mastering clones
Take a look at a wave and change that
Now it's gettin' weird, like when you hear a delayed clap
Come and give em to me
I be phloeming all of the time, going either way
And sortin' stems like a bitch in the warmer parts of days
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
See how I do it every September
Window shoppin', Macaulay Culkin
Now I found a little gunny and I got a crew dismembered
Got Assyria touch when I come f*ck a beat up
Chop it right up with a finger, lookin' like Edward
Johnny Depp, I'm Caribbean
Yandhi reppin'
How I'm speakin' like I'm droppin' 'til I'm up in a different endeavour
Now on droppin' 25th of December
Like Santa
See me with the stick like Fanta
Lately feelin' kinda cookie, feelin' like grandma
The man and the woman of the house when my pants up
Takin' every role, that's not even when I grass up
Lookin' at your mother, I be lookin' at your hamper
Correlation
Now
Minimize everything that I'm carin' about
Just to find everything when I'm wearin' them out
I'd be fine with a drink and some air from the south
But it's cold, and I'm lost in the glare of the doubt
So I call to a listener, rare in the cloud
But I search and I search till my hair's fallin' out
And I'm wrinklin' up like a prune
In about 5 years I'll be lookin' like I'm there if I pout
So I click on the line on the top right of the screen
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Energy in my system
I cancel out with addition
And let it flow up on the instrumental, juxtaposition
I be just screamin' loud then come up to clean up in the kitchen
And talk about what got me feelin' I should turn to religion
Now, chair down feet on the ground in a lesson talkin' of exponents
Playin' pool whenever my 808 is givin' a rush
A frog to a salamander, bitch I live in a rut
Hear an idea for change, I give it a nip in the butt
Now it's gone
I hold the power when it isn't even on
Homie everybody do it, put the treasure in a bong
And now we motherf*ckin' blasting to home
Chain me up because I'm phasin' when I'm mastering clones
Take a look at a wave and change that
Now it's gettin' weird, like when you hear a delayed clap
Come and give em to me
I be phloeming all of the time, going either way
And sortin' stems like a bitch in the warmer parts of days
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
Give it to me, give it to me, gimme what you make
Kodiak is kinda stupid, I be f*cking with the flame
Like a lawyer like a jury, we just try to entertain
F*ck a safe word, that shit ain't got no place in my safe
See how I do it every September
Window shoppin', Macaulay Culkin
Now I found a little gunny and I got a crew dismembered
Got Assyria touch when I come f*ck a beat up
Chop it right up with a finger, lookin' like Edward
Johnny Depp, I'm Caribbean
Yandhi reppin'
How I'm speakin' like I'm droppin' 'til I'm up in a different endeavour
Now on droppin' 25th of December
Like Santa
See me with the stick like Fanta
Lately feelin' kinda cookie, feelin' like grandma
The man and the woman of the house when my pants up
Takin' every role, that's not even when I grass up
Lookin' at your mother, I be lookin' at your hamper
Correlation
Now
Minimize everything that I'm carin' about
Just to find everything when I'm wearin' them out
I'd be fine with a drink and some air from the south
But it's cold, and I'm lost in the glare of the doubt
So I call to a listener, rare in the cloud
But I search and I search till my hair's fallin' out
And I'm wrinklin' up like a prune
In about 5 years I'll be lookin' like I'm there if I pout
So I click on the line on the top right of the screen
Writer: Walt Mudie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid