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Bears Like This Lyrics - Artist : Spillage Village
Funny I see everything with my eyes closed
Inside my dome, I open up and see some blind souls I take a sip of Henny, fifth, light up a white boy I never trip, 'cause every slip-up makes my mind grow That's fasho Earned another stripe, bein' real today I must be a zebra, or a cheetah, speeding to my prey, okay When you come into my kingdom (Yeah, uh), I'm predator, you're prey, okay, okay Yeah I woke up to a fat ass booty today I'll prolly roll a fat ass doobie today Signed the boobie of a groupie today Cartoon, Rocket Power on the beach, like a shoobee Prolly cop a tool before I leave For my moms, she's just enjoyin' the breeze She read the Psalms, my songs ain't ready to hit her ears yet And if I ever disappoint her, yeah I fear that So I'mma keep writin' until my words ready for that angel to hear that Oh Lo-, oh Lord speak to me, I need every sentence Every word show me that I am walking and how you live it I'm tryin', it's kinda different I hope I don't get it wrong But the missions never impossible When the J in J-I-D's for James Bond From the heavens, stretch them long arms I say I promise I won't stray He replies, "Why the tie?" On the tip, [?] I got your whole family And your bruhs like Joe Batman and Jerry Shamlee And my niggas be hurtin', we go back like the four Horsemen And I've always been the shortest But cooler than a polar bear's toes or some eskimo's fortress Never forget the past, but the futures on the rise like a forklift Then I'll prolly stop smokin' and get up off this porch, shit You know they make it hard to get healthy If you ain't ballin', can't support shit And that shit's unfortunate They kill off the poor and the minorities They tryna get us put in the morgue Oh shit Then done let a nigga in They finally see the light like Mr. Benjamin Get high praise like my light-skinned woman friends I mix this Henn' up with the juice, I hope she let me hit again Look, I know you go to church, but tell me when you tryna sin Give into your temptations, quick, the sun's risin' My cup run is over, I am capsizin' Hey, we can meet when it's over, then I reconvene with my soldiers And plot to infiltrate the culture, our weapons is out the holster So you laugh and click clack, sit back, and watch what happen It's either divine intervention, hieroglyphs or mathematics But you can't say we ain't warned you bastards You see the signs, there's niggas out throwin' their lives away What happened to our women now, they either bi or gay How we expect to go farther when bein' brought up with no father Play a part in that flip-flop phase Ain't no nigga tryna raise a daughter Well shit, I'm tryna raise mine, that's why I take time To cultivate these lines and say what's on my mind Seek until I find, grind until I shine Like the gold they traded bodies for, but couldn't buy their soul So that was passed down to me And when they talkin' bills now, I turn down two mill' And I demand three, I guess I'm demanding Go to the wind, don't blow in my wings, straight up Yo, I'm in Wisconsin again, binge drinkin' Call the search off, I think I found my bag of weed And I'm thinkin' of buyin' this trailer home, for the weekend Stash in it with art supplies, paintin' the insides, whatever And the outside's clearly where you fuckin' sleepin' Told you nearly yearly that shit gon' take, takin' the shit with the favor under my piss And it's great, it's really great I think I can see the, wait You see that siren with that bubble butt K-pack, a double dutch Lay, as I bust her guts Late, Trump divin' in designer Sport line, and I don't even know I'm ATVin', gettin' mud in the crud of my toes in somebody clothes Swamped out the SWAT team, city's on pigs, neos and nots Hopped out the tomb, ugly as 65 and Watts We the is, y'all niggas not We the biz, y'all niggas sittin' on empty lots Stack the straw with my stocks And I'm stoned, like a road lot Leavin' home with the phone and the Navajo Takin' peyote shots to the dome on the lake Game fresh, hope they let me on with my lumber long Y'all, I know it is, we so hospitable, hit your Twitter bone Please don't let me lose command, I just slept on these bare floors Singin' simple songs, back in hippo rumps I'm just tryna the best fuckin' me I can be in the long Grown with the integers, to all bitches in size From long distance, lock eyes at the show And after that they all kisses, then my dick Long and I'm comin' every strong menace And I'm home when I'm finished, look And they still play my shit like it's a day old I hope they all think that we made it, low I still be thinkin' 'bout flyin' and thinkin' of things like dyin' And wakin' up in the middle of some, back at it Back workin', fuckin' shit up, memories of honeysuckles Every time I think about your girl, my dick turn to a fountain (Ayy) Gain the footing, Barney Rubble, man y'all know y'all in trouble (Ayy) Yeah Where do we come from? Drum patterns got me feelin' my roots, undone Shallow graves make it easy to return from Mankind, same mistakes we tend to learn from If this for you, then what's for me? It isn't true, the victim's me That you can see, but you can bet your last sin that Hell is deep Had a falling out Loneliness, focused on the creek Every other week, pockets on leak, woe is me Iris on bleed, it hurts to see pain, then hit the dark I park a Rolls on Royce on petty lane, I copped it from scar If I don't give him up for killin' his broad Lyin' ass niggas fuckin' it up We the metal where the socket is, we poppin' or what Zeus be Coppin' from us, Mount Olympus is for peasants, not us No, no feathers for us Maybe for our father, guardians To the day we headed to the heavens from LaGuardia Spillage Village to the fuckin' cloggage in my arteries Farther than a father's father be I'm well out, like those college classes last semester Shit, I fell out, I ain't finished, but out So what I figured I'm 'bout I'm 'bout my family, my niggas in doubt I think about failure often Hit a stage in Austin, break a leg before we tour to Boston Fallin' victimless to caution (Uh-huh) I take a peek inside my coffin Sittin' on my bed, 2: 13 A.M Scared to go to sleep, too many gruesome three A.M.'s Angel at my window, tap, tap, tap, I let her in And when I die, she come to live, and the juices start to blend Heart eyes, emoji, the smart guy speaks slowly And a car ride, with an arsonist, 'cause dark knight's my homie Inside your head's just the humor of the lonely Chew on shroms and just let loose, but don't let Lucifer control me Hope me no confuse you, hope me no eludes you The tyrant's tower crumbles in the presence of a loose screw And that just goes to show, you better watch who you let rule you No one should have more influence on your life than you do Loopy ass nigga, I'm boo boo, coo coo And a coup d'état with a group of Zulus, who like to keep the tool handy And we staying' on your tongue like blue candy And is it just me, or is the industry a little Ku Klux Klanny You do drugs like too much, that's prolly true At work, starin' at the wall for like an hour too Been a heavy day dreamer, since a child in school My pop's would get up in my face, like, "Boy, what's wrong with you?" Misunderstood genius, it's such a cliché understatement But I say it so that I help y'all kids relate And truthfully, without Venus, I wouldn't be here today Was in a real dark place back in the Spring of 2008 But I stayed for the return of the thinkin' black man Drinkin' Jack Dan, my city ain't said shit since the age of the snap dance And I ain't bitter 'bout it, I just been about puttin' somethin' a little different out Spillage Village, how 'bout it? Tighter than kangaroo pouches, down to those dangerous objects This song recorded on the day Mandela died And how you celebrate his life? Put one in the air, let your brain get hella fried The revolution won't be televised |
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