Sean Ferguson - Boomerang lyrics

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Sean Ferguson - Boomerang lyrics

[Intro] *beat boxing* Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Huh [Verse 1: Dan] Boomerang I'm swangin' Gettin' things on top of things and sh** Got range for days I Nixon watch'ed the wrist Ya'll better watch this sh** Tie dying everything my mans on it Riding 'round pats deli to get the sandwich Extra cheese Its kind of fantastic Extra skeed no sleep its kind of a habit Oh geez homies know that I'm a little loud (Oh my God!) That's why I make sure they always around Blake, Martin, Me, Juddy, Sean, Eddie all around (Oh My God!) Yeah we the ones creating all the sound Started on the ground but we on our way up now On our way where I stay might join a flight club now If my pay ain't on the way might have to fight one now Nah I'm playing Ima' go ahead and light one now [Chorus] Roll down my window Let the sound out Mama I told ya I don't wanna know ya Roll down my window Let the smoke out People to people is what we about now [Bridge] Mama I told ya I don't wanna know ya (X2) [Verse 2: Eddie] Writing raps Thinking back To that time we never had Giving love Giving back Give me something to relax Making racks "One day!", I believe of that in fact Where you at? Burning rhythms chasing insects like a bat Who to doubt? Say I could not make it will never amount I'm that kid throwing circles who the homies all about Ain't that honey make it funny make you wanna pa** it out How these b**hes started stuntin' Make that money make it count [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Shae BORO] You can catch me blasting tunes through the residential Probably getting mental From Kylie and or Kendal Might have something giant But that sh** ain't gentle Ain't one deposit back from a hotel rental I swear I'm so fresh that my sell by's like infinity Check your girls texts chances are she's probably into me Couple thousand plays like a squad of homie centipedes My homies high for days like a squad of stoner evergreens [Verse 4: Martin] Karma come around like a boomerang When I'm on top b**hes wish they new my name And I got this damn music looping in my brain Hella THC stuck up stuck up in that thang I'm just saying Preaching what we making writing history Coming up like school lunch and it's quite a mystery Listen B This what we all be on In the booth late nights Singing songs Sing along [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro] Mama I'll be home this weekend Don't you worry about my friends they're tweaking God I feel alone this evening That's why I'm coming home for the weekend (X2)