(Yo WorldWideBeats whattup?)
Lemme wax poetic like Miyagi with the bonsai
Stretchin' out the lungs
In the mornin' greet the sunshine
Don't ask why
Don't neglect the back & bis
I might spread the lats and fly around until it's nap time (I really fly)
Not very godly but I'm baptized
Take away my sins I'm paddin' more onto the statline (more)
Ballin' and I'm based like the country's favorite pastime
Stallin' at the plate I get my chance there ain't no halftime
(There is a seventh inning stretch though
Y'know what f*ck it back at it)
Crack of the bat exact my wrath (yah)
Get a lead and take the bad (yah)
I can't please you with the raps
We puttin' Prego on the map (SOSS)
Ya tracks are half-caf laugh gas
A fast fad like snapbacks
You act wack we flip you like a flapjack (flip)
An act of service for the kingpin
Showin' love when I know the f*ckin' pillow placement (I do)
Wake up early sweep the basement cuttin' up some bacon
You too brazen with the beef I'm choppin' up the steak tips
You ain't shit (ya not)
We were anxious (we were)
We don't overthink it we just lay it down and make shit (we do)
Y'all chase the commas in hopes to bank it (ya won't)
I place the period cuz I just made a statement bitch
(Y'know what lemme just f*ck around 'n' spit some shit um)
I'm a whole snack these bitches treat me like I'm chopped liver
They actin' wack and they lost the plot like Charles Dickens
These thots thicken they goin' loko like malt liquor
I'll pop quicker call shots from the desk like Rob Riggle
You rock widdem I'm pullin string like guitar pickin'
This god rhythm you vibin' out while I solve writtens
I'll bomb cities then kick it lick the cigar skin and
The tar heavy but keep me calm 'til it's good riddance
Sam's - Good Riddance (feat. WorldWideBeats) Lyrics
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(Yo WorldWideBeats whattup?)
Lemme wax poetic like Miyagi with the bonsai
Stretchin' out the lungs
In the mornin' greet the sunshine
Don't ask why
Don't neglect the back & bis
I might spread the lats and fly around until it's nap time (I really fly)
Not very godly but I'm baptized
Take away my sins I'm paddin' more onto the statline (more)
Ballin' and I'm based like the country's favorite pastime
Stallin' at the plate I get my chance there ain't no halftime
(There is a seventh inning stretch though
Y'know what f*ck it back at it)
Crack of the bat exact my wrath (yah)
Get a lead and take the bad (yah)
I can't please you with the raps
We puttin' Prego on the map (SOSS)
Ya tracks are half-caf laugh gas
A fast fad like snapbacks
You act wack we flip you like a flapjack (flip)
An act of service for the kingpin
Showin' love when I know the f*ckin' pillow placement (I do)
Wake up early sweep the basement cuttin' up some bacon
You too brazen with the beef I'm choppin' up the steak tips
You ain't shit (ya not)
We were anxious (we were)
We don't overthink it we just lay it down and make shit (we do)
Y'all chase the commas in hopes to bank it (ya won't)
I place the period cuz I just made a statement bitch
(Y'know what lemme just f*ck around 'n' spit some shit um)
I'm a whole snack these bitches treat me like I'm chopped liver
They actin' wack and they lost the plot like Charles Dickens
These thots thicken they goin' loko like malt liquor
I'll pop quicker call shots from the desk like Rob Riggle
You rock widdem I'm pullin string like guitar pickin'
This god rhythm you vibin' out while I solve writtens
I'll bomb cities then kick it lick the cigar skin and
The tar heavy but keep me calm 'til it's good riddance
Lemme wax poetic like Miyagi with the bonsai
Stretchin' out the lungs
In the mornin' greet the sunshine
Don't ask why
Don't neglect the back & bis
I might spread the lats and fly around until it's nap time (I really fly)
Not very godly but I'm baptized
Take away my sins I'm paddin' more onto the statline (more)
Ballin' and I'm based like the country's favorite pastime
Stallin' at the plate I get my chance there ain't no halftime
(There is a seventh inning stretch though
Y'know what f*ck it back at it)
Crack of the bat exact my wrath (yah)
Get a lead and take the bad (yah)
I can't please you with the raps
We puttin' Prego on the map (SOSS)
Ya tracks are half-caf laugh gas
A fast fad like snapbacks
You act wack we flip you like a flapjack (flip)
An act of service for the kingpin
Showin' love when I know the f*ckin' pillow placement (I do)
Wake up early sweep the basement cuttin' up some bacon
You too brazen with the beef I'm choppin' up the steak tips
You ain't shit (ya not)
We were anxious (we were)
We don't overthink it we just lay it down and make shit (we do)
Y'all chase the commas in hopes to bank it (ya won't)
I place the period cuz I just made a statement bitch
(Y'know what lemme just f*ck around 'n' spit some shit um)
I'm a whole snack these bitches treat me like I'm chopped liver
They actin' wack and they lost the plot like Charles Dickens
These thots thicken they goin' loko like malt liquor
I'll pop quicker call shots from the desk like Rob Riggle
You rock widdem I'm pullin string like guitar pickin'
This god rhythm you vibin' out while I solve writtens
I'll bomb cities then kick it lick the cigar skin and
The tar heavy but keep me calm 'til it's good riddance
Writer: Steven Salisbury
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid