"Telekenisis (Tearz)" lyrics
Ah, mm
Telekinesis
My whip is peanut butter like a Reese's
Chocolate on the outside, on the inside leather seats is
Tan, but I be high, don't remember where my keys is
My profit increases while your business is in pieces
I own the road now and I own my car, you pay your leases
He said I had no bars, seen him at the bar, I stomped his teeth in
Still had no creases, he had no teeth left, chew me
So far my life a movie, paint y'all like Donald, Goofy
I grab her by the neck and make her mouth wet like her coochie
I'm Gucci, my crib got lots of guns like Call of Duty
What's up though? Bing-bong, nigga, we at your job
Picture a workin' slob get off work and then he get robbed
Baow, he said he'd catch me, that's on his mom
I guess it wasn't worth it talkin' with internet bombs
Nah, my bombs is in the flesh, get raw
B-baow, his soul probably left, it's gets raw
We gon' shoot until there's nobody left, it's gets raw
We been cookin' on the stove, I'm the chef, uh
I smoke a spliff of gelato, it make my lung burst
Your shorties tongue hurt, I made her come first
What's up, I got the drugs first, what's up, I got the rug work
Man, y'all is rugrats, I keep the Tommy strapped (Boom-baow)
[?] holy field hit his ears
Now he body cast, speak through straws, that's his fears
Ask his doctor what he said, one-two more years
So after the laughter I guess comes the tears
Telekinesis
My whip is peanut butter like a Reese's
Chocolate on the outside, on the inside leather seats is
Tan, but I be high, don't remember where my keys is
My profit increases while your business is in pieces
I own the road now and I own my car, you pay your leases
He said I had no bars, seen him at the bar, I stomped his teeth in
Still had no creases, he had no teeth left, chew me
So far my life a movie, paint y'all like Donald, Goofy
I grab her by the neck and make her mouth wet like her coochie
I'm Gucci, my crib got lots of guns like Call of Duty
What's up though? Bing-bong, nigga, we at your job
Picture a workin' slob get off work and then he get robbed
Baow, he said he'd catch me, that's on his mom
I guess it wasn't worth it talkin' with internet bombs
Nah, my bombs is in the flesh, get raw
B-baow, his soul probably left, it's gets raw
We gon' shoot until there's nobody left, it's gets raw
We been cookin' on the stove, I'm the chef, uh
I smoke a spliff of gelato, it make my lung burst
Your shorties tongue hurt, I made her come first
What's up, I got the drugs first, what's up, I got the rug work
Man, y'all is rugrats, I keep the Tommy strapped (Boom-baow)
[?] holy field hit his ears
Now he body cast, speak through straws, that's his fears
Ask his doctor what he said, one-two more years
So after the laughter I guess comes the tears
