"factory reset." lyrics
Rockitneedspace & SURF GANG Lyrics
(SURF GANG, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, okay, yeah
Hands down, I'm beating the price
Pen in the ink still wet, put it in rice
Reset, hola, bonjour
This factory Oakley, it's not from the store
Yeah, they with all the games 'til we hop on the sticks
Now they don't wanna play no more
Take a whole zip of flame to the core
Up with the sunlight, countin' the profit
I never been told my fortune
You could tell this crop was grown from the heart
It came from Portland, Oregon
I want the grower, you know how to store it
I'm in a [?] 'cause I could afford it
Pound for pound, got every box in the basement
From George to Eric Foreman
Too much pressure, I wrote game
Seven up, now a whole city my airport
Life never shot me a favor
My chest on ice like Gucci LaFlare
Yeah, I'm twistin' in front of my mama
She tryin' to tell me what to do with my hair
Window pane, it's a dangerous glare
Yeah, won't touch no spray that's played
The game might pay but ain't shit player about it
(SURF GANG, baby)
Yeah, yeah, hands down, I'm beating the price
Pen in the ink still wet, put it in rice
Reset, hola, bonjour
This factory Oakley, it's not from the store
Yeah, they with all the games 'til we hop on the sticks
Now they don't wanna play no more
Take a whole zip of flame to the core
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, okay, yeah
Hands down, I'm beating the price
Pen in the ink still wet, put it in rice
Reset, hola, bonjour
This factory Oakley, it's not from the store
Yeah, they with all the games 'til we hop on the sticks
Now they don't wanna play no more
Take a whole zip of flame to the core
Up with the sunlight, countin' the profit
I never been told my fortune
You could tell this crop was grown from the heart
It came from Portland, Oregon
I want the grower, you know how to store it
I'm in a [?] 'cause I could afford it
Pound for pound, got every box in the basement
From George to Eric Foreman
Too much pressure, I wrote game
Seven up, now a whole city my airport
Life never shot me a favor
My chest on ice like Gucci LaFlare
Yeah, I'm twistin' in front of my mama
She tryin' to tell me what to do with my hair
Window pane, it's a dangerous glare
Yeah, won't touch no spray that's played
The game might pay but ain't shit player about it
(SURF GANG, baby)
Yeah, yeah, hands down, I'm beating the price
Pen in the ink still wet, put it in rice
Reset, hola, bonjour
This factory Oakley, it's not from the store
Yeah, they with all the games 'til we hop on the sticks
Now they don't wanna play no more
Take a whole zip of flame to the core
