AyeRon - Foreign Interlude lyrics

[Verse 1: AyeRon] Back again is that volatile been hostile and Hock a spit up and taunting and knocking n***as and flaunting it;(sh**...) I'm positive he's not a hostage its just that he needs oxygen He's auctioning off his heart cause he knows its not a part of him Nobody's hard as him, tossin' out his armaments and calling off his army 10 n***as feeling larcenous, we feeling marvelous Marvel this, marble tin cans in a harqebus; And sh**s stole, get away,and drive the b**h into a pole, amscray Sit alone, and stash the loot away I'm not tall enough to ride the emotional roller coaster of hoes Who notice I'm an a**hole and I'm boastin; I'm brash and braggadocios, I'm nasty as halitosis They know this n***as a menace, folding those with dilemmas Mysterious little villain, period end of sentence [Hook] I see you quick to throw a stone in a gla** home Now I'm not perfect but I'm no roman when I'm in rome; Hold my composure, I'm attracted to these bi-polar hoes Call her friend up, get some exposure, she's a loner; Rolled her over, drove her rover, sober, slower, motor sk**s? no sir Over (k**), cold as (steel), and I'm known to will the public to do dumb sh** (sh**) sh** I'm up to nothing, tennis so love means nothing to me And f**ing everything is so numbing to me; He's a**ertive and hot headed, he's flourished and not pleasant Absurd and he's not second, he's co*ky and not rested at all Unjust with a ball, if they ain't with the homies i don't f** with them at all It goes, one for the money, two for the dream And three for my n***as who reppin' the GSD; [Verse 2: AyeRon] Self destructive habits, from my sleeping to my diet I'm back to my old ways, ain't left the house in some days; And this n***a got bad when his momma stopped dressing him He's far from average but he's mean if you testing him; Losing my mind, just to gain some perspective And reaping what i sow, but i ain't weeping for no ho; I'm pa**enger seat, while she's driving me crazy Wish i was pa**enger seat, with Nicki driving a Mercedes; f** hoes, I'm too suspicious and presumptuous And they voluptuous, see i go wrong when i see em as my sustenance Summer s**s I'm loving quick, I'm dumb enough to hump stick No glove and dip, I'm done i quit; And i don't do fake, i tend to lose face Slip a b**h the tongue like under my shoelace; Pulling b**hes like a suitcase, with the wheels under I still wonder if i can feel her love (Chorus)