Raw and rugged, bad for budgets
Hold your jaw and think like
I just sucker punched him
Boy I'm smooth as butter
But it runs in the family like I'm Michael Douglas
In this line of work
Ain't no short cuts
Highway to heaven
I f*ck around and took the short bus
I can feel it
Highlighter, ain't no point bruh
Let me fix it
Typewriters get the pitcher
Your story come to a short stop
So it's best to mind your business
I'll be on the dock of the bay
Twisting trees, my time toking away
But to blow your mind
I'm barely smoking today
And somehow I'm not focused
I quote dope lines but
I don't know what to say
Chauvinistic with this
Aggressive for the ones who ain't get it
Hanging off his neck can get you closer to God
It's not a rosary nigga
And if all the chips fall just make sure they land
Where they supposed to be nigga
Don't fight the anger it's supposed to be with you
That ain't your wife
When you blink she with a whole different nigga
Damn, if I spoke a little slicker, I would've
And I just want the time I wasted wishing you would come back
Its the late nights
When lonely reaching great heights
Stumbled out of bed and hit the trail
My unsafe bike
Chain slip
In a grip cold as shaved ice
Looking for the shrooms
Goomba hunting on my last life
Mad tight, you don't really got to ask right?
Ruger fenna blow, shave his head
Like he had lice
Better duck, pay attention
I don't miss twice
Johnny in the cut causing tension
For the right price
I'm in the front, Drew Carey
Yeah the price right
Pockets full of blow, loose blunts
And some Mike Ikes
Darker tendencies, though melanin be light bright
Contrast threw em' for a loop like a dyke wife
Swing left, on my king shit demand rights
On the couch, burn holes where the mans write
Face a wood while I contemplate the memories
Like I said before if I don't bless
You ain't a friend to me
Feeling like a chemist
Putting tinctures in the Hennessy
Way I lift the game
You would think that there was ten of me
So I'm mimicking the energy
Young college grad
I need a spot up in the industry
Travesty - Lit (feat. Johnny Johnson) Lyrics
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Raw and rugged, bad for budgets
Hold your jaw and think like
I just sucker punched him
Boy I'm smooth as butter
But it runs in the family like I'm Michael Douglas
In this line of work
Ain't no short cuts
Highway to heaven
I f*ck around and took the short bus
I can feel it
Highlighter, ain't no point bruh
Let me fix it
Typewriters get the pitcher
Your story come to a short stop
So it's best to mind your business
I'll be on the dock of the bay
Twisting trees, my time toking away
But to blow your mind
I'm barely smoking today
And somehow I'm not focused
I quote dope lines but
I don't know what to say
Chauvinistic with this
Aggressive for the ones who ain't get it
Hanging off his neck can get you closer to God
It's not a rosary nigga
And if all the chips fall just make sure they land
Where they supposed to be nigga
Don't fight the anger it's supposed to be with you
That ain't your wife
When you blink she with a whole different nigga
Damn, if I spoke a little slicker, I would've
And I just want the time I wasted wishing you would come back
Its the late nights
When lonely reaching great heights
Stumbled out of bed and hit the trail
My unsafe bike
Chain slip
In a grip cold as shaved ice
Looking for the shrooms
Goomba hunting on my last life
Mad tight, you don't really got to ask right?
Ruger fenna blow, shave his head
Like he had lice
Better duck, pay attention
I don't miss twice
Johnny in the cut causing tension
For the right price
I'm in the front, Drew Carey
Yeah the price right
Pockets full of blow, loose blunts
And some Mike Ikes
Darker tendencies, though melanin be light bright
Contrast threw em' for a loop like a dyke wife
Swing left, on my king shit demand rights
On the couch, burn holes where the mans write
Face a wood while I contemplate the memories
Like I said before if I don't bless
You ain't a friend to me
Feeling like a chemist
Putting tinctures in the Hennessy
Way I lift the game
You would think that there was ten of me
So I'm mimicking the energy
Young college grad
I need a spot up in the industry
Hold your jaw and think like
I just sucker punched him
Boy I'm smooth as butter
But it runs in the family like I'm Michael Douglas
In this line of work
Ain't no short cuts
Highway to heaven
I f*ck around and took the short bus
I can feel it
Highlighter, ain't no point bruh
Let me fix it
Typewriters get the pitcher
Your story come to a short stop
So it's best to mind your business
I'll be on the dock of the bay
Twisting trees, my time toking away
But to blow your mind
I'm barely smoking today
And somehow I'm not focused
I quote dope lines but
I don't know what to say
Chauvinistic with this
Aggressive for the ones who ain't get it
Hanging off his neck can get you closer to God
It's not a rosary nigga
And if all the chips fall just make sure they land
Where they supposed to be nigga
Don't fight the anger it's supposed to be with you
That ain't your wife
When you blink she with a whole different nigga
Damn, if I spoke a little slicker, I would've
And I just want the time I wasted wishing you would come back
Its the late nights
When lonely reaching great heights
Stumbled out of bed and hit the trail
My unsafe bike
Chain slip
In a grip cold as shaved ice
Looking for the shrooms
Goomba hunting on my last life
Mad tight, you don't really got to ask right?
Ruger fenna blow, shave his head
Like he had lice
Better duck, pay attention
I don't miss twice
Johnny in the cut causing tension
For the right price
I'm in the front, Drew Carey
Yeah the price right
Pockets full of blow, loose blunts
And some Mike Ikes
Darker tendencies, though melanin be light bright
Contrast threw em' for a loop like a dyke wife
Swing left, on my king shit demand rights
On the couch, burn holes where the mans write
Face a wood while I contemplate the memories
Like I said before if I don't bless
You ain't a friend to me
Feeling like a chemist
Putting tinctures in the Hennessy
Way I lift the game
You would think that there was ten of me
So I'm mimicking the energy
Young college grad
I need a spot up in the industry
Writer: Chauncey Haliburton, Jacob Johnson, Liang Hua, Yu Yaozhi
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Travesty
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Chauncey Haliburton, Jacob Johnson, Liang Hua, Yu Yaozhi