Ta-Ku - Electronic Relaxtion lyrics

[Verse 1: GoldLink] See I used to love this sh** More than I loved myself I used to push for that bezzle And run away from the cops And pop pop pop at windshields And bust you smooth off the block I did this sh** before PAC And way before Drake wore Versach And no more rocks man I'm done I'm done with dumb bottled rum Run fast rabbit run run I run away from this music industry sh** til I die Mothaf** you f*ggot n***as mothaf** you all, die I fight for peace no more beefin' Yo girl hear my voice she queefin' And we change up like the seasons As far as good music go Cause I got four hundred fifty million rap styles I done flowed And y'all got like six hundred and seventy million y'all stole My flow is stupid and cold and fluka flow like I'm old Did Joey sacrifice Steez, and Aaliyah wouldn't miss her plane Would this sh** just be different or no Beyonce or Jay? Do I ask too many question to see how you feel inside? Like, girl Is easy to love me now? You ain't talk to me before Hayfield, the cla** who*e b**h f** with me I'm on top b**h I ain't gonna flop Now make them panties drop Droptop and see the city lights and drive to Gotham I don't even use a Notebook I ain't Ryan Gosling I'm more 1964 Brooks Robinson The MVP of MLB the B'more hitta' bat and sh** Gimme a break kit kat and sh** Beat his a** and park the whip Wop wop n***a wop n***a we on Hear the backseat jump we on right now God I need yo hand Lead me to the rock The promise land 'Caus I don't even know what to do Real sh** I don't know what to do I don't wanna f** up And don't wanna lose anything with you So..uhm Pray pray pray pray pray harder Which art in heaven our father If I die, like right now Lord take care, of my girl Bri And cut her friends, well not all. Uh. Er Maybe some, sh** Start over If a n***a die right before a n***a wake and I pray up to The Lord that my soul is my to take Real n***a sh** I don't give a f** f** that beef Real n***a sh**, uh Um ah um, yeah I don't know what But I flow so crazy Oh my god, oh yeah yeah yeah Girl Is it easy to love me now? 'Caus you ain't f** with me before You a f**in' a** who*e YEE [Outro: Freak Nasty (Sampled from 2 Live Party)] Put my hand up on yo' hip When I dip, you dip, we dip So c'mon baby, just Pop That P' And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them girls freak everybody Those other girls, those other girls The 2 Live girls make me so, me so I had a girl doin' S & M Marquis had a girl doin' her and him Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo' Come one come all if you can hang But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt 2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!