What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
First off, you refer to me as Master Bruce
Don't get that confused
If we're talking bout teams
Shit, I could be the last to choose
And I'll still be the last to lose
But if we're talking bout your latest steps
I'm not really that amused
In fact, I'm already past the news
You can me fool me once, you can fool me twice
But a man's still standing, like I failed to catch the goose (Duck, duck)
I hear the pigs coming in a pickup truck
Picked twice before, yo that might be more
Of a coincidence that I'd like ignored
But homie I'm white now and I was white before
And I don't, I don't ever wonder why they don't like me more
Cause the truth is Africa's ruthless
And if I'm gonna do this, I ain't gonna lie anymore
First time I got arrested
Seventh grade, stripped down, molested
Yeah they got the best of me, the recipe
One bailed muzungu equals ten Chibukus
And now they want the rest of me
But I'm a creator of circumstance
Took control and changed up the screenplay
Came to Canada, cleaned it up a bit
Partied like it's my b-day
Baby we're alone and I'm in the zone
Won't you shake that booty like Wii Play
Yes I'm late, but I'm the best in the paint
Just give ya homie some leeway
Your lyrics are garbage
I could purchase that shit on Ebay
I comatose 'til I see grey
No more hittin' any priests with "sorry's"
While y'all be thirsty for three Feraris
Pavy's at peace on these free safaris
Homie, I had zebras in my back yard
Tell me what you know about that
Y'all got Debras in the back, posted
Sewin' up yarn for a sweater
Never going outside
These rappers lie but I ain't bluffin'
The game is insane I love it
I'll die becoming the best
Break my neck just getting the hang of it
Them clouds are grey but I stay covered
Look what I made of it
Never went back to church
And I'll do it one day, I swear
But today, f*ck it
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
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What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
First off, you refer to me as Master Bruce
Don't get that confused
If we're talking bout teams
Shit, I could be the last to choose
And I'll still be the last to lose
But if we're talking bout your latest steps
I'm not really that amused
In fact, I'm already past the news
You can me fool me once, you can fool me twice
But a man's still standing, like I failed to catch the goose (Duck, duck)
I hear the pigs coming in a pickup truck
Picked twice before, yo that might be more
Of a coincidence that I'd like ignored
But homie I'm white now and I was white before
And I don't, I don't ever wonder why they don't like me more
Cause the truth is Africa's ruthless
And if I'm gonna do this, I ain't gonna lie anymore
First time I got arrested
Seventh grade, stripped down, molested
Yeah they got the best of me, the recipe
One bailed muzungu equals ten Chibukus
And now they want the rest of me
But I'm a creator of circumstance
Took control and changed up the screenplay
Came to Canada, cleaned it up a bit
Partied like it's my b-day
Baby we're alone and I'm in the zone
Won't you shake that booty like Wii Play
Yes I'm late, but I'm the best in the paint
Just give ya homie some leeway
Your lyrics are garbage
I could purchase that shit on Ebay
I comatose 'til I see grey
No more hittin' any priests with "sorry's"
While y'all be thirsty for three Feraris
Pavy's at peace on these free safaris
Homie, I had zebras in my back yard
Tell me what you know about that
Y'all got Debras in the back, posted
Sewin' up yarn for a sweater
Never going outside
These rappers lie but I ain't bluffin'
The game is insane I love it
I'll die becoming the best
Break my neck just getting the hang of it
Them clouds are grey but I stay covered
Look what I made of it
Never went back to church
And I'll do it one day, I swear
But today, f*ck it
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
First off, you refer to me as Master Bruce
Don't get that confused
If we're talking bout teams
Shit, I could be the last to choose
And I'll still be the last to lose
But if we're talking bout your latest steps
I'm not really that amused
In fact, I'm already past the news
You can me fool me once, you can fool me twice
But a man's still standing, like I failed to catch the goose (Duck, duck)
I hear the pigs coming in a pickup truck
Picked twice before, yo that might be more
Of a coincidence that I'd like ignored
But homie I'm white now and I was white before
And I don't, I don't ever wonder why they don't like me more
Cause the truth is Africa's ruthless
And if I'm gonna do this, I ain't gonna lie anymore
First time I got arrested
Seventh grade, stripped down, molested
Yeah they got the best of me, the recipe
One bailed muzungu equals ten Chibukus
And now they want the rest of me
But I'm a creator of circumstance
Took control and changed up the screenplay
Came to Canada, cleaned it up a bit
Partied like it's my b-day
Baby we're alone and I'm in the zone
Won't you shake that booty like Wii Play
Yes I'm late, but I'm the best in the paint
Just give ya homie some leeway
Your lyrics are garbage
I could purchase that shit on Ebay
I comatose 'til I see grey
No more hittin' any priests with "sorry's"
While y'all be thirsty for three Feraris
Pavy's at peace on these free safaris
Homie, I had zebras in my back yard
Tell me what you know about that
Y'all got Debras in the back, posted
Sewin' up yarn for a sweater
Never going outside
These rappers lie but I ain't bluffin'
The game is insane I love it
I'll die becoming the best
Break my neck just getting the hang of it
Them clouds are grey but I stay covered
Look what I made of it
Never went back to church
And I'll do it one day, I swear
But today, f*ck it
What I do here ain't hit or miss
I'm fit for this
Give a kid a Bic, here
You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous
When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas
And sick of this
Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist
Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)
Writer: Noah Cedarleaf-Pavy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid