LeaveMeInTheSky

(álbum: BLUNTS N BRASS MONKEY - 2014)

I keep my eyes low
Medusa tried to turn me to stone
But that shit was a joke
Copy like you bobo the clone
Keep your kilo of coke
Cause I'm up above in the smoke
All this talk about caddies and drugs
You know that you broke
Keep your eyes on your note
Don't wanna see you reading my lines
The whole class looking at you now
You got a crowd
Cat got your tongue and your nuts shrunk
Nothing to say
Live another day
Don't let me see you round my way (don't come around)

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

I'm riding inside up in that donk
You calling my phone
What the fuck do you want?
Trying to book a block of studio time
You can't really rhyme and you ain't got a dime so
Click
Then I hang up the phone
"Business is business"
That's what I've been told by a young rich homie with a chain full of gold
Still got 'em in my phone under "Money Maker jones"
Everybody [?] back and again
Bitch, don't fuck with my kins
Unless you wanna be a motherfucker bit into a ballpoint pen
Bizzy [?] put a patent on my flow
Cause nobody in the [?]
So he got a chick [?]
Diminished my brain
It won't be the same
If you need to send me up in the astral plane

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Riding in the donk
What you want?
Motherfucker don't blow my damn high
Leave me in the sky

Anybody tells you money is the root of all evil doesn't fucking have any
They say money can't buy happiness?
Look at the fucking smile on my face
Ear to ear, baby
Let me tell you what's required
You are required to work your fucking ass off
We want winners here
Not pikers
A piker walks at the bell
A piker asks how much vacation time you get in the first year
Vacation time?
You want vacation time?
Go teach third grade public school
Friends are shit
Fuck them
Fuck 'em
Parents don't like the life you lead?
Fuck you, Mom and Dad
See how it feels when you're making their fucking Lexus payments