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Oxygen Lyrics - Artist : Khary
One- more- Cloud!
[?] Yeah Tombstones for the who knows Doomsday was tomorrow, I could postpone I'm in the middle ground between Sippin' Listerine till my insides is green I've been outside for a minute, my flip-side is mean The way I- manifest, you can tell I need nice things I heard he want that verse from Cloud, but don't know what that verse mean Sold out on sympathy Ask shorty, a fiend, Insomniac, and I told that bitch go to sleep Rappers foldin', rollin' knee-deep, read horoscopes, feel complete, uh (Uh!) A lot of y'all flow sound retrogradin' the theme And perpetuating the dream, uh (Ooh!) Death within the sleep That's Freddy Krueger to me, you see Run a fuckin' mob, I say a mile with cheese You ain't gettin' chicken, your business is flappin' wings, uh [?] Khary ain't sorry or nothin, ' I get the keys Because the only time we let 'em breathe- is when we leave, that's when- Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining, like gold My greed, I need some more (Dos!) Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining, like gold My greed, I need some more (Woah!) (Woah!) (Woah!) (Woah! One- more- Cloud!) Uhh... (Woah! [?]) This is weird (Yeah) Pity pat, (Pat) hit a kitty cat (Cat) with a pretty bat (Bat) City stack, Diddy [?] racks [?] my city crash (Crash) Should he crash? You a widdy wack, gimme 50 back (Back) Shitty snobs, watch 'em piggyback on my riddy raps- (Raps) Gotta' glow, gotta' go more like a gala strobes (Strobes) Had a loan, on the rattle bones in the catacombs (Catacombs) Got a hoe, what's the matter, bro? Know you tattle toe No alomo, never had a hoe I ain't rappin' fo'! Yeah, feel like I do not smoke enough to rap on this (This is weird) Yeah, if I wasn't the first, well, I'm damn shit a catalyst (Uh, this is weird) You tweeted 'bout it, so, I guess you an activist (Uhh this is weird) Triplet flow, with a dose of the Actavis (Yeah, yeah!) Pardon my manners, I just go Bruce with the banner Spider-Man, shoot with my camera Then sell it to you with my grammar I can't play this with my grandma, her vision impaired Fuck, shit! Wait a minute, now, fuck this! All I see geese, pluck shit! (Shit) All I know is, y'all better duck quick! (Quick) Got an album in the tuck, crisp! (Crisp) Okay, okay, still got the karat Ks (Aye!) I'm like Puffy with a can of mace (Aye!) 'Cause these niggas, they ain't got no taste (Ay!) The bad boys with a family straight Don't fuck with the Captain Go Jet Jackson on these action figures Oh, you run your town? You a clown, please don't pass the scissors (What?) Visine, I see the ghost (Aaah... ooh! Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining, like gold My greed, I need some more (Dos!) Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining, like gold My greed, I need some more (Woah!) |
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