Jacob Price - What Do I Do lyrics

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Jacob Price - What Do I Do lyrics

What do I do Jay? Cause everybody's talkin bout me like I'm a fruitcake And I don't wanna walk around steppin' on goose eggs The only shells I wanna be standing on top of are droppin' from a twelve gauge Blaow! See me draggin' it ill Bill Style! Fallin asleep at the wheel cause I'm high as a motherf**er can't come down Nah, too much herb in my hometown "Why do you even do it?" I don't really know Maybe life, to get me through it with somethin to show Most of the time you can find me with some of that dro And the rest you can catch me with some of that flow You say "that ain't original It sounds like Eminem and Tech N9ne went and got his mom pregenant And he sound like T-Pain when he's singin' it And he can't decide if he smokes cigarettes" Just leave me alone And don't worry what the f** I'm up to There's no hurry, baby, don't get flustered I'm tryin' ta do the thing perfectly. Watcha want from me? Lemme take a stab at ya gut, gut Lemme guess, guess ya want me to f** up, up. Sup? I figured that you probably s** cause I ain't heard a dope track from you yet partner Buckle up. The roller coaster bout to go bump bump I wanna hear me comin', comin' out of your trunk, trunk Give ya a lil' some, some old fashioned fun, ha We laugh and run til' we come undone Stunned? Let your bun down Let your feet run round Adrenaline come down never cause we confounded And we're a little confused cause all the rhymes have already been used Like orange Got my studio in a storage, Horace Pour us a bowl of porridge and pull us into a forest Horse orgy p**n for us, forced upon us Fornication for forty horny who*es with kitanas. Judo chop A d**h grip comin' from a sumo Spock It only exists where bludo walks A labyrinth laced with a f**ed up clock Where you don't stop like a ritalin binge Methamphetamines in a syringe sh** I was born. And I been a jerk since Alright, maybe not. Probably only since 10 But, it doubled since then I can pretend I gotta heart made of gold But, in the end I can't stop growing old Got no use for a soul So I sold it for one hip hop blunt that I'm holding