Giorgi Baino - It's Alright With Me lyrics

I'm the cold wind shuttering imposter rap Marijauna, had lots of that Skinny, but my blunts are fat The Wells Maine rap god is back And got it locked like a lobster trap It's the s to the p-o-s-e So broke can't afford no jet ski (nope) Mix Jack Daniels with pepsi 'til you think my balls are s**y Stir it up Stir it up Pack it up Burn it up That's alright with me Wells, Maine baby That's alright with me F-4 baby That's alright with me In 1997, the best rapper past away Now there isn't much shaking but Ca**ius Clay And Michael J, raps permanently f**ed up Like Tyson's face I'm here to isolate The wound from the state With the loon from the license plate The rhymes been dope, they're twice as great Wells, Maine life plain boring, nice, and gay Rap in this place don't mix like mice and apes Well rice ain't great but we work a lot Then blow paychecks on purple pot A loupole brings tear drops sinimally cops Middle finger to the law me and my circle Rock, like Chris You never heard a hit rock like this I'm from the era where the worms bite fish Like bu*t s** I got tight sh** I'm drinking sygrum's gin it's mike mixed Black belt kung fu mike gripped If the etnies untied I might slip But otherwise im better than these other guys Who spit fibs and retrack tracks just to cover lies I got my mother's eyes, and my father's brain Blowing reefer out of a regal in the state of Maine If I rapped as much as I jerked off I'd have a pimped out Lexus with triple exhaust (food stamp!) Hangovers, morning grunts Stained clothes, endless blunts 4 a.m., I'm puking chunks That's why this album took me ten months If you hate my sh** it's alright with me You're just mad I made records while you wasted weeks Although your ears still thank me graciously Although I don't move bricks like masonry Wells, Maine remains the place to be For real life rap you can ask me or Cam G They say life's slow here but I can't leave I wrote this and it ended up in my room like brandy Honest is something these rappers can't be Candle apple lip balm on my t-i-p Really though, who's dope besides me Besides these guys, besides me? I hope your fingers get HIV From an IV caped with leprosy I dont mean to be mean or obscene But my dream is to gleam on the scene Getting tress like rocheeps kareem In the drive sippin' jim bean Leaving semen on the jean Somethin' 17 magazine lookin' a** woman Name is Spose baby, got it written on the stomach!