Briscoe - Workouts lyrics

[Verse 1] k**ing 'em softly Dropping coconuts off the palm trees Got the world in my palm please Lay the voice on the beat like calm fingers on the keys Playing melodies like liszt valse obilee Joggers on don't mean that mind running I glide past no spell check And under vexed This inspector gadget fly, swords and a kevlar vest Slightly dangerous This supple verse spit effortless No grace though eat 'em like smoked pepperidge Human bodies i be ma** collecting Forever indebted paying my debts to who? Last time i checked my credit i could buy a coup Might be broke but i'm black and lacking you And that's no excuse But these cold stoned rolling stone Headliners head lining since Coldstone caramel tasting got my handwarmers cold You can't see me n***a You can only kinda figure Might not be the hardest but i'm hardened from the concrete Jungle in the backstreets Reaching up to 90 That be the heartbeat Kinda spunky snapping fingers if i bangs with ya Taking my time i ain't a marks misser But a cap hitter A righteous sinner But the left hand feels like the right got spinach And the mic feels right like cops slaying the blacker man n***as stay talking sh** super shy of springtime Only seen the poland spring and poland's been a who*e since Before she could fit in some jeans Let alone the shoes Sequoia caught some germs and i outgrowed you [hook] So who really really runs sh** Really really runs sh** Last time i checked y'all n***as don't want it Ironic nowadays everybody wants something And where they go? Got my phone line buzzing (x2) [Verse 2] Quick to drop you like a falling note Song birds on a wire shot down by the local sherif No locality, slanging round the globe get you f**ed up with apathy Catch a runt up out the litter Young b**h n***a Think i'll be the latter catch you later Mainly when you want a favor sh** Failing feeling like some game Get gone on the range End your part on the same page Lease a legion have em lesionful Peep the influence Leading like a cult n***amastermage say it in full Plank up off the boat Only masters chiefing get this dos hand smoke boy Never be the n***a called the duffle bag boy Some of these n***as really blastoise They don't blast toys Fake n***as metapod bu*terfrees they ain't really hard What it takes to be a viscous squad Eat you like vichyssoise [hook]