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Peter Parker
(专辑: 13 - 2012)
[Intro: Ubiquitous] What up? What up? What up? What up? What up? It's [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] What up? It's been a
while, feels like we're losing touch Cause you don't ever write me, too busy doing stuff We used to be the
tightest, thick as a
band of thieves I
watch my life evolve away for you to answer me See, I'm in isolation, I
been alone a
minute I
thought I'd try it out, now I'm just going with it A
gift to go to prison, I'm told to know my limits Only to break my limits, escape before they break me The
clock is staring at me, pressure is breathing on me They made me general, I'm expected to feed the
army That's why I'm drinking light, say "Goodnight", leave the
party Cause we don't need a
Farley, rather you Peter Park me With great responsibility there comes a
greater weight Deeper than shaking ass, heavy as 808s Digging my tunnel out, this is the
great escape Paving the
way for Ces and the
rest of my label mates [Verse 2: Godemis] Well look at me I
never, really got my shit together I'm teetering, believing I'm about to pull the
ledger Prescription for the
pressure, medicine on the
dresser Jumping from the
turnbuckle, I'm going out like The
Wrestler Yes, sir, the
tide is turning, sure as the
world is burning I
take a
shot of tequila and that's to put the
worm in The
city's full of vermin, like when I
quarantine it Blow up the
world to survive and then start a
war on Venus Where the
hell am I
going? I
know nobody's knowing I
chuck a
deuce and fly which ever way the
wind is blowing I
don't worship the
devil, she don't worship me either But we got something in common: the
fact we're non-believers The
poetry is potent, the
paint is on the
pallet The
pain flew out the
pen and, the
blood is on the
mallet The
landscape is callous, fucker, we're in it, believe it Unless you can tell me a
better way to spit it [Verse 3: Ubiquitous] Coming to get at you, got it coming Now get to running, you suckers ain't spitting nothing Go 'head and kick the
bucket, go get a
sick and duck it Well, do they bring the
ruckus? Nah, this shit's sluggish And we don't fit the
rubbish, so nothing was fit to publish Cousin, we getting money, some of you wish I
wasn't But we don't give a
fuck if you hate it or if you love it Don't be a
dick, I
made it, we've been officiated Yo, why these chickens acting like they're so sophisticated? You know we love the
ladies, oh, that ain't nothing, baby When I
get loose with my tongue and get fucking crazy I
wonder why do they underrate us? If you don't like to gamble then why would you come to Vegas? I'm right in your fucking faces [Verse 4: Godemis] I
know they're hating on us, but I
don't know the
reason Nobody gave a
crawling fuck before we started eating I'm well aware that talking shit is just a
part of preaching I
paint a
picture on the
vellum while the
pipes are leaking Somebody call the
plumber, my phone is out of service Inside it don't affect me, on the
surface I'm nervous Now what we're on the
team, I'm in a
stranger place They say "Just keep it Ces", and please I'll paint your face Then I
reply "I got it," I
don't need you to leave me You Belladonna, hold me, I'm saying "Suck it easy" You do enough to please me, thanks to the
hatred I'll be Writing a
lightning and like it or not, well, Abu Dhabi
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