SORV - Mimes Lyrics

Whippin' and I'm dishin'
Catch me sippin' something new up in the kitchen
And I'm 'bout my business
All this money 'bout to get me all these bitches
We be never sleepin'
Anti-narcoleptic with a third eye
Ink on the paper, you get with the Times
Feelin' the vibe ever since '89

We be like the mimes
We be makin' moves
Never run the mouth
Only makin' moves
Catch me on the couch
Still be makin' moves
We be like the mimes
We be makin' moves

High all day don't try and play
Stomp these f*ckers out like we on Broadway
Trippin' in broad day
Trippin' in broad day
(LSA LSA)
Half of you don't know the pain
Workin' on stackin' my gains
Very white, extra cup of that Gain
Melancholy when sky color's grey
Depressed sometimes, depressed sometimes, now I'm writing it here on my iPhone
Got healthy bars, organic bars; fresh as f*ck, yeah I just caught a live one
Somebody come and save me
Somebody come and save me
Blunts are my friends and these bars that I rip are more faithful to me
More than they be
Might f*ck a bitch off Tinder
Lawrence in the woods like timber
Wolves and we howl
We testin' shit out
Bitch new groove, Emperor
Like Kuzco to you faggots, you are all just the same shit
She callin' me daddy but don't got no fatty, I can never go cop it
(I can never go cop it)
Is this real life like "David after dentist"
I'm stuck on my own different shit when I'm home
Need to work on my (work on my) press kit

Yeast infection on her titties, yuck
I'm just trying to function, get my dick sucked
Trippin' on who the hell and the what
Stumble inside of the Marriott, you
Blogging about no one give a f*ck
Pick up a mic and I blow it up (boom)
Mix of kamikaze
Neonazi
Hyatt Lobby
On the Frosty
Wendy giving sloppy proper
Met the bitch on Tinder, I'm a wolf like timber
(I'm a wolf like timber)
Timbuktu its like "Who are you"?
I can't remember December
(Can't remember December)
Registration clearly states that we ain't even staying here
Bitch it's on late
Pass me the tape cassette
Choke you to death
You left, I rep
Smokin' on one a rap vibe
Floating through life like we died
Eyes always fried
Why don't you try? I, buck it up, f*ck it up
Every night
Under boardwalk, smoking on shade
Outta sight
Palm trees scene to a pine cone leave
It's all gripes of vulture before I leave
We dancin' with the devil
Level always gold
Never too old
All souls over medal

We be like the mimes
We be makin' moves
Never run the mouth
Only makin' moves
Catch me on the couch
Still be makin' moves
We be like the mimes
We be makin' moves