HideandSeekZoo - Faded Off That 2% Milk lyrics

Yo, back to the lonely nights when I slowly light and only write You don't know me, dyke Come and show me life I spit bored raps, I sleep and don't wake up like Snorlax So you b**hes show the whole facts I burn slow, but I roll fast You got no gas, no cla**, your girl got like no a** Your life is a throwback, oh my god that is so whack High off the Prozac, don't know where my soul's at Tell the bridge I want my toe back, so I can cop a Joe sack I'm pro black, please show me where the hoe's at Hit the club if the show's whack I'm a dope cat, you know that So go back or stay here, you cats are like way weird No longer wanna play here, different crowd same cheer I blame queers, Obama, swag, and mostly me You can hate on my lyrics, but you can't hate on my weed Cos I smoke on that loud sh**, illegal not allowed sh** You hear it everywhere, like when the schools make announcements Slowly getting mulas, not your girl cos she a chula Esta madre pero cruda, I spit six sin dudas The only woman that I'm really scared of is my jeffa I bump mainstream and underground call me a leva Pretty b**h hang ten on that surfboard All these little tricks getting mad cos I curse more No reply, straight ignore cos it hurts more Called all the hoes to come through to get their shirt torn We JDS and we eating hell pita I'm Lord, Senorita, life, and d**h, don't trust either Turn your b**h into a part time believer and I'll get her so high that she'll be ariba Smoking fat blunts with Chris Powers, haters staying sour Older by the hour, I devour pseudo rapper cowards In the lab like crinker, but I stay strapped like Lana Fans telling me to make more love sh**, but I don't wanna Cos that sh** is just a cycle, I'm not about them circles Always on the creek, but real homies get blurp, though Sipping Captain Morgan's 'til I've rotted all my organs And I'm saying, "f** the cops," I got a Zoo of reinforcement See a les sh**, homie cops love seevo I live the f**ing life throwing hoes like free throws I'm loving it, middle fingers to the government We should all aim our gun resources towards some other sh** West Side in my photographs, it's in the proclamation Getting cheated on is tight, if you need the inspiration Stacking mad tracks