"LSS 2" lyrics
Uh, 9:30 in the morning, hit the snooze up
Twenty-three, but I'm feelin' like a loser
Really slept 'til like eleven again
Got my homie talkin' to me about heaven again
And I ain't sayin' that I go against Jesus
Or how he preachin', let him have beliefs
I don't listen to a priest, but I'm all about the peace
Poor peeps starve, while the rich all feasting
Tryna get Steven
Something like King for my bright ideas
I'm a bulb in a dark room
Sketchin' stories like a cartoon
Sippin' Harpoons
In the car, toons playin' while I'm drivin' down the boulevard
Tried to park, but it's full of cars
So I cruise while I bump Stankonia
Feelin' presidential like a podium
Haters stayin' salter than sodium, bitter
Wait, why these white kids throw around (nigga)
Dawg, you suburban
Using it so nonchalant
You from New Hampshire and Vermont
Shit's awkward
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah
I'm really living like there's no tomorrow
Yeah, I hear 'em taking shots, like an open bar
I got an open heart, but this a open art
Got me watching all these interviews on Lord Jamar
Now, I don't really wanna step on toes, but
If I don't get my foot through the motherfucking door
I'ma break it down, so let me break it down
They talk shit, 'til I spit, then don't make a sound
I don't care for either black, nor white people
I like nice people
Real life people
Tryna be surrounded by the right people
Fuck a quick buck scheme tryna heist people
Chicka, chicka, chick, chick, chicka
I get spins from the liq-liq-liquor
I an't really drinking like I used to
Used to rip shots, 'til I puke, ew
Halfway through the night, that's a intermission
Lighten up the load, then you drinkin'
And ladies, gents, that's the way it is
Just some wild crazy kids being stupid
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah
Twenty-three, but I'm feelin' like a loser
Really slept 'til like eleven again
Got my homie talkin' to me about heaven again
And I ain't sayin' that I go against Jesus
Or how he preachin', let him have beliefs
I don't listen to a priest, but I'm all about the peace
Poor peeps starve, while the rich all feasting
Tryna get Steven
Something like King for my bright ideas
I'm a bulb in a dark room
Sketchin' stories like a cartoon
Sippin' Harpoons
In the car, toons playin' while I'm drivin' down the boulevard
Tried to park, but it's full of cars
So I cruise while I bump Stankonia
Feelin' presidential like a podium
Haters stayin' salter than sodium, bitter
Wait, why these white kids throw around (nigga)
Dawg, you suburban
Using it so nonchalant
You from New Hampshire and Vermont
Shit's awkward
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah
I'm really living like there's no tomorrow
Yeah, I hear 'em taking shots, like an open bar
I got an open heart, but this a open art
Got me watching all these interviews on Lord Jamar
Now, I don't really wanna step on toes, but
If I don't get my foot through the motherfucking door
I'ma break it down, so let me break it down
They talk shit, 'til I spit, then don't make a sound
I don't care for either black, nor white people
I like nice people
Real life people
Tryna be surrounded by the right people
Fuck a quick buck scheme tryna heist people
Chicka, chicka, chick, chick, chicka
I get spins from the liq-liq-liquor
I an't really drinking like I used to
Used to rip shots, 'til I puke, ew
Halfway through the night, that's a intermission
Lighten up the load, then you drinkin'
And ladies, gents, that's the way it is
Just some wild crazy kids being stupid
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah
