True - Translucencioous lyrics

Party, Party with Bacardi Party, Party on Bacardi [ Verse 1: True ] Sk**s and a**ets To side a side all bets Upping all the antes With more regrets With every pound of food I have ever bought Coming at you with every word I ever thought Training to harness, The Carnage To throwing all the garbage at the family Parthage A houseboat going around the same castle moat A crocodile invested lazy river They say dictators Aren't givers, but I already lost my liver I once was at a party Where Clay Akion Was making bacon You straight up Faking That Takins was ever snikat I may be tripping So I may be mistaken Fantasy of a room full of panties Victoria Secret is that she only wears grannies I hate p**n with trannies Or Eli Mannings Don't ever try to take waffle bots' pot You'll get shot Or caught snoop lion A cheetah without its spots [ Hook ] Right, Right, Right Fight, Fight, fight and party all night We're gonna fight, fight, fight [ Verse 2: True ] Freeze it and tease it, boredom slams, tuff clams, album cuts, and bottomless bu*ts, for endless blunts, the intricate signs for a syndicate, that moves when you're into it, more than a blade, to invade Persude the shade to invade, the pig tails are for braids Ta**els are worth the ha**le, don't be a fool stay in school, there is a glitch to this pitch, I'm digging something smaller than an irrigation ditch, like my own grave, cuz I'm brave, enticing new s** slaves, pretending I'm some dude name Dave, who doesn't like to shave, I got a direct approach, with my eggs poached, a yin and a yang who likes to bang, bring me back the zen, with a pad and pen Getting flirty with a squirter, don't worry I'm not gonna hurt her, I'm trapped at Fort Knoxs with some hard knocks I'm the last member of the wolf pack to get a triple stack Bend Back Quess what chicken bu*t? I just found the middle of no-where on a map [ Hook ] Right, Right, Right Fight, Fight, fight and party all night We're gonna fight, fight, fight [ Verse 3: True ] The woes, with bad hoes wearing old clothes Debaters, Doubters, Daters and Masturbators' And Haters There's a flamingo at this party Verify on the words to get high Imagine quest Love, gets pulled from its roots This desert oasis, is takins us places To no nothing parties, under no name, where we trash sh** and its not gonna be the same Looking for the glory hole with a ten foot story pole I have conversations all alone, when I'm stuck at home Do you ever wonder, about the sound of thunder, before it hits you deep down under I was stuck in France with a story book romance The sinners and grinners, family dinners with winners Pretend till the end, the road doesn't bend, walking down high noon, for the saloon with my new baboon Set out to be the most controversial MC, without a bout in me, all the doubt they see [ Hook ] Right, Right, Right Fight, Fight, fight and party all night We're gonna fight, fight, fight