Tyler Thomas - Pa**port lyrics

[Verse 1:] Man, I'm feeling like I'm in a movie bazooka still couldn't shoot me Pulling up in the hooptie, spitting compliments a boosie My family call me Boosie I'm piranha with the sushi I'm Donnie of the Doobies, I'm kooky with my loosely So don't lap what you heard via one word, gotta find the bigger picture on your own first I've been looking in the mirror yelling bloody mary I drank so much that the b**h will start to look like Halle Berry [Verse 2:] I lost all my b**hes I'm a workaholic We knew that it was coming, I was first to call it That coochie need a Gucci, Louie, whatcha call it She like capital one, hoochie what's in your wallet I talk about this sh** cause I live it, I could never put no p**y over business, oh no no no no I napalm in your state farm You n***as couldn't handle me with 8 arms I'm spickety-span, made some plans in Japan with my whole band far away from homeland It make me beat my chest like I'm [?] These hoes a little different than on Rosecrans I'm feeling blessed as I scroll through the streets, take a seat, and I don't even know the names of half the sh** I eat So is it real or what is it cause I be lit when I'm spitting I turn my visions to business, you get it I got to take the road less travelled Feet on top of gravel, your fingers on that gavel That's the type of n***a we don't need around You the type of n***a that's gonna bring us down [Verse 3:] I'm a dog out the kennel, bring it back like a rental I'm supposed to rip instrumentals with a smack of my dental n***as be thinking I'm mental but it's actually simple I just keep peacing on n***as I be rapping like Kimbo