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All My Heroes Are Cornballs

 

All My Heroes Are Cornballs

(album: All My Heroes Are Cornballs - 2019)


One, two
JPEG, because I like JPEGs (Say, say)
Um, for the resolution of color
You think you know me
The only thing about JPEGs I like
It's yours
Alright

Oh nigga, nigga, nigga, I'm staying (Yeah, huh)
Aw, nigga, nigga, I'm just playing (Playing, playing, playing, yeah)
Walk in the crib with the Glock 19 and a dirty cup
Snuck up in Coachella with a bald lil' buddy, I ain't Jaden Smith (No)
Herman, nigga, of course (Of course), I'm flagrant (Facts)
I can't keep no job, I can't commit
Hate goes into these bars, some niggas ain't built for it
I made rap my job, let's take a risk
You don't wanna get them guns involved (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
'Cause your wifey gon' be calling the law
Boys (Boys)
Alright

Fuck
Motherfuckers, man
Fuck, fuck
These niggas out here, man
Gnarly, gnarly
Fuck, fuck
Fuck (Fuck)
Gnarly

Uh, damn, guess who had a big year? (Big year)
No whips, no chains, just a few tears
Pop filter, hoping that you get the stock (Bah)
When I hit the stage, I hope that my enemies watching
Damn, I wonder where their drive went (Drive went)
Why these wiggas always showing up when nigga be poppin'? Bruh
Don't turn yourself into a target (Into a target)
'Cause we can take this shit from beef to something exhausting
Glock 43X with the sticky holster (Bah-bah-bah)
Pistol whip 'em, I can't waste the bullet in a poser (Blat)
Incels getting close 'cause I crossed over
How they go from Anne Hathaway to Ann Coulter?
All that shooting in the air, that's for posing (That's for posin')
Fast break, we jamming it, nigga, no FLOTUS
Lames getting bolder, straps on his shoulder
They gon' have to get the chat to get sober

You know, everybody wanna say I do this, I do that (Don't play me)
Everyone act like they hard and shit
But just stop, shit
Damn, haha

Let me
Let me get, uh, uh
Let me get a double bacon, a double bacon, double
Nah, not a double bacon, uh, uh
A bacon, a bacon smokehouse meal with no cheese
Mhm
Yeah, with, with no cheese on that thang, and uh
Is that gonna be a large?
The meal is gon' be large, the meal is
What to drink?
Uh, the meal, uh, is gon' come with a...

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