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Too Much Sauce (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Wrekonize
I don't get it
I don't know What do you do when you don't feel like writing anymore? Keep writing? I'd like to announce my 2020 bid To raise some money and be president Of this crazy place where every resident Is potentially a murder specialist I been hiding down in the dumps now Circling round on my axis There's a Madman with a pump loud All of these shooters are active I feel fucked up watching murder vids Feeling like I'm on the crime scene It's a nut punch some disturbing shit When they put it all up on they live streams I know what's what and superlative When it come down to doing the right thing But I must thump on the tourniquet If I'm suppose to be slaying the night king imp I been locked up in the studio let me show you sacrifices Not to say I ain't been having no fun now that would be divisive All of y'all have been so outraged cuz the mode is so crisis But nobody wanna do nothing But bitch and moan on they devices Walking round the coliseum watch as they all parting for Caesar Giving other rappers loans to go and be great at they leisure I guess you can say we're like good will go head get you a t-shirt I feel like Heath Ledger on Ledgers I'm constantly tethered to Schemers Sometimes It feels like it's a nightmare but where are the dreamers Apparently not around here we been no dozing hoping to see ya Evicting the vision like it was arisen but it had no visa I just want what's rightfully mine plus interest for all of my genius Lemme relax pour me a shot just for paying the tax Score me a minute to pray on the facts I'm ape on the track but they don't know that I'm flying above ya like Alien flaps on alien crafts That's made to go fast I don't know how basic to lay out the path but Look here I made a dedication for the medicated To be dedicated to the drops I can not let em break it or investigate it I'm a menace hate it if you want They got a medic waiting if you if let it bake em You should probably bail up out the swamp I'm just here meditating trying to get the patience To be extra flagrant with the stomp Got a few weeks before we hit the road Trying to find that magic number With Tech N9ne for like 50 shows It's gon' be another manic summer On a bus kicking nifty flows Ain't no meal could ever stop the hunger So strap in for the here he goes Everybody bout to get the run up Everybody bout to feel the swell Everybody bout to feel the closure This one's only like at week 12 The year is not even remotely over If you loving all the heat well Come and climb into the oaky smoker Too Much Loss in this sweet hell All up in the name of holy rollers yeah 12 |
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