Joey A.X - Lean. On. lyrics

Yeah Yeah My mother name me Joey...LRO And I got my brother's with my on the tour bus We don't read the blogs or the critics cuz they bore us Panoramic view from the city to a forrest Came along way from riding shotty on the short bus Heavy metal sh**, Jack and a Cola Jumpin' off these stages think I'm Zach DeLaRocha Hype like coka, party like NoLa Cla** all day, I keep my gla** on the coasters Trashed when it's over, coke in the sofa Post so many bonds shoulda been a stock broker White Al Roker, tell you when this sh**'s cold And you may never heard of me but I bet your b**h know Flow so coke, you can feel it when it drips slow And all she listen to is Joey and Diplo Molly on her lip gloss And I met her in Miami she was hangin' out with Rick Ross Badder than the Bad Girls Club she'll be kicked off Reality star burn out that was their loss Oh I think it's my gain, but I don't need the migrane So I'll "dodge her" down in Brooklyn like the 5 train Focus Fire a gun We all need some one to lean on I hate hearing you losers talkin' accomplishments In my opinion not one of you has accomplished sh** I only speak to agents who accredited On bad days I only speak to who got medicine If I don't respond it's cuz I know you're irrelevant Either that or you depress me, you're a seditive I'm a prophet the future is what I said it is I'm King David the desert land is Connecticut Been scoopin' b**hes, Paul Mitchell everyday Barber shops for boy friends, come get you a fade I'll cut up their gentleman like a side part And instagram frame the f**in' square like it's fine art Oh Stop with all the co*k block She don't trust herself inside a drop top I call the whip Mardi Gras, you can go fill in the rest Cuz I couldn't be so literal, we'll skip that like it's hopscotch So I'll be at her at her door, know it's not locked She said her man's a joke, lemme Knock Knock Focus Fire a gun We all need some one to lean on Lame boy, only worried bout your man bun I been an underground king- word to that man Bun Pockets on the jeans mean that you are gettin ran, son We are on the way up, if you hit us, that's an "and one" I got a virgin in the air, Richard Branson Tryna k** Hollywood, Charles Manson I was just a kid when I found my father's hand gun Guess I was raised by a k**er, like Cam's son Focus Fire a gun We all need some one to lean on