k** Bill: The Rapper - CERULEAN lyrics

[Verse 1] Cerulean City inside the rear-view Smoke pouring out of the window I like to peer through Catch me on a wave for days She put my on my toes in my favorite way She breakin' fingers Breaking English; she don't speak a lot Got a badge on her jacket, boy I need to cop And she say we're about to surf on Cinnabar Feeling hard Slipping on the coast line like both times What's your name girl? Can a player get your number? Put it down. She the missing number Smoke a spliff with me Coasting through Glitch City Got the baddest b**h with me ...Really, though? Is it the d** or the fantasy? I got bugs in my canopy Buzzed and it's cancer-free What you wanna talk about? Cause we ain't gotta talk at all? I'm trying to shake, I'm just shaking White marble like the Taj Mahal What you wanna talk about? Cause I ain't gotta talk at all? I'm trying to shake, I can't shake it Soon I won't walk at all ...f** [Verse 2] Split the dutch, pack it fatter than it once was Lucy on the tongue; start blacking with a youngblood It's all acting until they actually get their fronts crushed No ball pa**ing, I'm Jackson times five Mathematics I don't wanna talk sh**, I've got some bad habits Trying to stay humble, but I guess I'm bad at it I've got a lot of things, but it's never bad rapping We crawling out the mud, you can hear the gats clapping Lost a couple friends who was trying the backstabbing You reap what you sew, what a f**ing sad adage Burn it all down, chalk it up to bad practice ...f** it [Verse 3] Bury your feelings inside a double-cup I'm like the only rapper here to tell you that you're f**ing up Pour it up for Yams. Pour it up for Screw Pour it up for Pimp, and then we'll pour it up for you Riding around the city with my lights off I'm just another rapper you reviewers about to write off Trying to buy time. Ballpark: what that might cost? Caught my a** slipping so hard, I might just slide off I been close to the edge How you say you helped me fly when you've been holding my legs? It's pro bono with you rappers; I'ma snap and k** all y'all Platinum from the mouth: you would swear the grill Paul Wall I'm on 64, maybe I could drift ashore 50 miles out, I'm gonna need at least 50 more Boy, I lit the gas all winter Stared at empty plates like, "That's y'all's dinner" God damn sick of these sticky situations The parts were all there, I blame sh**ty installation That's a f**ing shot if I ever did hear one f** you [Verse 4] Backwoods packages litter tabletops Cats get mangled trying to tangle with a Bengal, watch My last sh** put the game in an ankle lock Hanging on the corner, pa** it out, it's like I'm slanging rocks Twenty-four solid rotations I feel like two people, man, they're watching both faces Jinzo is k** Bill; and k** Bill will k** you These benzos and chill pills; my limbs slow as mildew And that's some sh** to think about, b**h Drain the mud up out the Sprite, you'd still drink it out quick Trying to be cool Man f** it dude just be you sh**!