Ameba - Volcano lyrics

(Verse 1: Beau Golden) We gon' explode like Mt. Saint Helens I'm an undiscovered felon Spittin' venom out from my melon uh Gather round I tell em Red Rover send em over My dogs on the border like a Collie on the corner And my thoughts been melancholy Hope you don't try to stop me I'm a wrecking ball when I got the rock on me Call me Earl Campbell Life is rough bring your sandals Catching everything but scandals Got a boy in Idaho and he ain't nothing like a vandal (Chorus: Beau Golden) Why don't you tell me something that I didn't know You giving me bad vibes girl you gotta go, Adios Me and my goons boy my aura's gold Volcano flow never wonder when we bout' to blow up yeah Yeah, we about to blow, yeah Woah, we about to blow up Yeah, we about to blow, yeah Woah, we about to blow up (Verse 2: Beau Golden) We blowing up like Mt. Vesuvius And now the doobies lit I use it as my torch Pompeii under the earth, we chillin' on the porch Archaic with the sounds like we've been your local lords Forget horoscopes you who*e I don't need no keys to open doors I bring life to this decor with velour I write with knife and the sword And cast my enemies upon the morgue Far from normal and above the norm Dark hours always scour round up on the floor Can't see my face anymore Tell me, tell me your name just like I knew it before I didn't Tell me, I'm great just like my confidence short But I'm winning (Chorus 2) Yeah, and you going to see us now when we blowing up Catch us when we blowing up, when we blowing up Catch us when we blowing up, when we blowing up Catch me when we blowing up, (catch catch me when blowing up) (Verse 3: Beau Golden) (Yo, watch this) Ok we pullin' up and I'm hoppin' out And we roll em up and stomp em out Got roaches littering the floor And on top of that we got cottonmouth But we up in the clouds, not stopping now Blunt force with the trees thatI'm chopping down I wake up and start looking down I be walking along the clout I'm surrounded by my dogs this stage is looking like a pound Rippin' up the clubs, I might go put this 4 iron down Trip to South America Aware of my own arrogance Cruise through the city ya you know that I be blaring this