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Tom MacDonald

Into The Wild

 

Into The Wild

(album: Infidelity In The Throne Room - 2012)


Hahahaha
Yeah
You know what it motherfucking is
Mr. Mac, White Peaks, all day, every day forever
Hangover Gang I see you, wassup?
A-a-a-a-aight

Studio with a skate park
I'm partying like all day
Then I meet your bitch back at my crib and she pop that pussy like chardonnay
I'm a heavy weight, y'all can hardly wait
I kill it til the target change
My team rode this like bicycle wheels and we louder than a Harley race
Fuck you like your ex girl, she ride me like the X-Games
Hands are clammy cause I touched the pearl, y'all running it, that's a rat race
My two cents are exact change, can't afford to be wishing on pennies
But I give one for like all your thoughts and my only one left is lucky
They tryna outline me in chalk, but I am gone without a trace
Homie put the metal inside his mouth then I called him brace-face
I'm just shooting for the moon and Imma squeeze til it go "click click click"
My Uzi must love boobies cause that thing going off like "tit tit tit"
We own the club, you baby seals, we fucking sure, Navy Seals
Got more in store and crazy deals, they can't roll without they training wheels
Hangover Gang is my team, eyeball, Visine
What's popping though? White Peaks
I'd die for y'all like blonde streaks
Two shots, the first hit, the second miss you look retarded
Step online and get blown up cause I don't fuck with moving targets
I hope y'all like your veggies cause we got all you guys beat
The money underneath the table so I threw out all the seats, hoe
That ain't your hoe, hoe
I hope you understand
That's my bitch, I drew my name inside her sand
Shit, I mean I'm really it, I don't mean to brag
But everybody ran away like we playing tag

Oh please believe me, I'm more scared than life (let it breathe hoe, let it breathe)
Like woah, missing four ways (I'm wasting so much fucking energy right now)
And please be there I can barely hang on (let it breathe hoe, let it breathe)
And woah, I'll wait till I break
Oh please believe me, I'm more scared than life (let it breathe hoe, let it breathe)
And woah, I'll wait till I break

Welcome to my level, leave all that bullshit at the gate
Put a jacket on, our summer is cold because all I feel is me
My people are getting tanked, but they don't drink, that's how the war goes
Skeletons fill my walk-in closet, call that bitch a wardrobe
My whole team is outta reach, you couldn't touch 'em if you had Shaq arms
We living on the motherfucking edge, there is no backyard
We on the high road, real hot, but no propane
Y'all just like Superman, stuck inside the lowest lane
My bitches bad as your breath, you and your hoe should share a Tic-Tac
Y'all don't wanna play fence with me, too many dawgs to shake a stick at
Your girl's hardly ever at home so she packing extra baggage
Your girl over here with my bro and he make her strip, like Vegas
I ain't tryna settle beef, man that ain't my job
But I got a couple goons, and that's they job
Kill your captain, I don't lose sleep, catch me snoring
Call you in the AM have you mourning in the morning
They at a loss for words, they ask me 'bout the weather
Imma rain til there's flowers in the desert hoe

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