Thor Rixon - Jut Life lyrics

Used to get a fever when I played with these nuts Tell em dealers what you hidin' in these snug lungs Always pa** the reefer to blood it runs deeper Your blood is red right? mine's too but sweeter Believe me, baby's getting cute in the bleachers Getting in with the Push Push cheerleaders The teachers even blasting Push through their speakers I'm rap gravity, measure me in litres Of piss-pissing on the walls of your preachers And stepping on their souls with the soles of my sneakers I've got disciples, they my believers My heart is making boom in the boom of my breast And I'm getting dead sweaty in the lows of my flesh I'm finding that my manics getting hard to digest But if time is the enemy I guess I've still got friends left Bend right through the smoky haze of your best life And hope this bed is just a phase like your ex-wife Stretch your neck for her cause she needs she's a mess right? I've gotta go I'm on the next flight jet life Breathe and then rap, breathe breathe and then rap Breathe breathe breathe breathe and then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap Breathe and then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap (x2) Get on my level, I'm friends with the devil She lives inside of me she's in the ba** and the treble I'm shading you, my bu*t wins medals I'm nible rap, repping Versagie and you Channel I'm f**in silk shirts, and you flannel I rock rap, you rocking fake 5 panels I'm more than a handful, more than you can handle And standing next to me you b**hes don't hold candles I'm coming at ya from a different angle, got my good jeans and my lucky Nikes on a**hole Mad piggybanks, your dad doesn't give a damn You've known uSathane since before you even began I'm the big smoke, and you're secondhand What's a curse between 2 friends worth? like 2 grand? Or 22 grams? enough to drive you too mad? Tough customer, your brain tells your nuts to f** The sight of us, I feel bad for you if you not beside of us Inside of us is just enough to f** your f**ing mother up See, I've still got nugs to bust So get with it b**h or get hit with it I'm so cold my nips could slit wrists And I know it's not much and it's some dumb sh** But that red you found on your boy's neck is my lipstick You a soft b**h, like your boy's dick I can do anything you can do but with my lips zipped Coz I'm a main b**h, and you're a sidekick You should see me get low, now that's some tight sh** That thing that your boyfriend showed you? that's my trick But keep it coz you'll never do it better than I did Push Push puts the a** in gymnastics And I everything I touch turns to gold like magic You want him now he's tainted Well baby you can hive him I'm badder than your average b**h, I'm the baddest My therapist says that I'm not sociopathic I'm just a brat rapping in a PE accent Breathe and then rap, breathe breathe and then rap Breathe breathe breathe breathe and then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap Breathe and then f**ing rap And then f**ing rap (x2)