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Marlon Craft

Get Off My Yard

 

Get Off My Yard

(album: How We Intended - 2021)


This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussing the kid
Shit, at least they discussing the kid
I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give
Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet
It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clicking stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods

'Cause if you was more relevant, you might just get your head kicked in
I'm ready as I ever been, my cock he be so elegant
That college head on him were raised on New York City sediment
Combined to make my "Suck my dick" sound so eloquent, uh
I'm feeling like AND1 hot sauce
'Fore you can say "Ayo," man's done got cross
Long list of demands for the pop-off
You'd be shocked what my thoughts cost, who wan' fuck with me?

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussing the kid
Shit, at least they discussing the kid
I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give
Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet
It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit
All these functionless kids clicking stuff to get lit
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods

2020, coming forward, I need alimony
I've been taking care of you kids, I need alimony
Back and forth with the flows, I need paddle for me
Chatter for me, gradually getting kinda louder for me
Oh, God (Oh, God), what they wan' do? (What they wan' do?)
I've been so charged (So charged), I've been going through it (I've been going through)
I should send a postcard (Postcard) at the old dudes (At the old dudes)
'Cause I'm so far (So far) from how y'all move (From how y'all move)
I'm from where they'll step on your neck just to get ahead of you
My head getting too big, I can't even fit a schedule
You can live online but that won't save you when the rent is due
Gave myself a feature 'cause I'd be me 'fore I'm ever you

Who really wanna come fuck with the kid?
Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid
They be snake-discussing the kid
Shit, at least they discussing the kid
I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard
You don't really wanna see me get on my job
Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad
Lucky that you played out seven iPods

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?