AmirSaysNothing - S.O.G. lyrics

[Intro] I need to get like Angie Stone or Jill Scott on this sh** sh**'ll be fire [Verse 1] Relations stats is at work n***as switch they latest b**h I Workshop'd my relationship, while working on my greatest hits Eat your plate, it taste like sh** Pa** the blunt I take a hit Never smoking so that stint has got me on some hazy sh** Bad toungue or taste buds He crazy girl, You talk too much Silence, I don't like that stuff Told you once I don't like to touch Keep them lips zipped, unless you wanna press your luck Pressures up But see I'm trying not to give a f** So now you see me lounging out on Beacon While my f**ing speakers tweaking Like who I'm reaching, I don't see them Got me singing like The Weekend So hopefully surburbans find my sounds more appealing But I don't need em Been on my mind since Cy designed my latest kick Eatables that still ain't hit Till I'm on the plane and sh** Now I trip So all my Beer is on some foreign sh** They're flows is on some boring sh** Me and my bro on some scoring sh** I'm over here like Tarontino Where's my glory b**h? Nothing! Yo Yo Yo, here's the hook motherf**er [Hook x2] Zip zero been stingy with dinero Now I got a bit, you see me trying to make it plural Still a row is where always seem to keep my lucky ducks Middle fingers up Screaming how much I don't give a f** [Verse 2] Fly in the QC and play a game of craps Drinking natty ice and pabst Cheapest keep a dozen raps Keep the f**ing buzzards bumping, daddy lumpkins Like your heart gone thru convolutions Or revolutions not abusing Richtor scale Neo and Trin Hat high, so the sky can touch the freaking brim Saving ends Mobbin' thru the wind with my friends Multiply my orpheus like Morpheus Red, blue pill and them f**ing blondie twins Where the hell they hiding him? On the island, riding to some rhyming On my alpinin' Or matter fact, I mean alpina, shout to Pittman Buy a Beemer And it's still f** Tinsley like he's Hurricane Katrina, see ya [Hook x4]