slug by Jacob Daley Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Can we, can we like)
I had to do one for the barheads real quick (I don't know, start a fire?
Like can we start a fire or something else?)
Yeah (I don't know) yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Like real and fake don't bind your kind really can't mesh with me
I'm Etch-a-sketching these thoughts I conceived mentally
Thinking three moves ahead the game is sold separately
I could give a fuck bout what you say I read energy
The renaissance artifact we question if your art is fact
We left them black mark donuts in the cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Bet my bottom dollar she ain't holler when I started rap
Who'd have thought the forrest fire started from the smallest match
Say you should protect your neck, you rocking with the best of best
And she ain't dumb she just ain't know what to question yet
Anxious since a jit but hit the stage and I'll be rapping realer
Had butterflies in my stomach since a caterpillar
You ain't putting money up then don't ask for a feature (Uh)
I can see a goofy through his ASS Club t-shirt (Let's go)
Foot inside they ass while i'm tying my sneakers
Like who want the bars? I got at least nine weeks worth
It's showtime matinee
Run it at a master pace
Catch me in the Everglades. soaking in my accolades (I'm in that shit)
Like who want the holy smoke? You rocking with the Holy Ghost (Aye)
Ask me for direction, I just point they asses towards the door
This my civic duty, why'd I do it? 'Cause I had to
Book smart rappers fucking checked out and passed due
Said she need a man the city'd build into a statue
Like bitch I'm Mona Lisa, work of art is staring at you
[Outro]
You know 'cause
The Mona Lisa
Like it looks at you when you look at the Mona Lisa
That's why
Yeah
[Linus interlude]
-Who are you writing to Linus?
-This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin!
-You must be crazy. When are you gonna stop believing in something that isn't true?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Can we, can we like)
I had to do one for the barheads real quick (I don't know, start a fire?
Like can we start a fire or something else?)
Yeah (I don't know) yeah yeah
[Verse 1]
Like real and fake don't bind your kind really can't mesh with me
I'm Etch-a-sketching these thoughts I conceived mentally
Thinking three moves ahead the game is sold separately
I could give a fuck bout what you say I read energy
The renaissance artifact we question if your art is fact
We left them black mark donuts in the cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Bet my bottom dollar she ain't holler when I started rap
Who'd have thought the forrest fire started from the smallest match
Say you should protect your neck, you rocking with the best of best
And she ain't dumb she just ain't know what to question yet
Anxious since a jit but hit the stage and I'll be rapping realer
Had butterflies in my stomach since a caterpillar
You ain't putting money up then don't ask for a feature (Uh)
I can see a goofy through his ASS Club t-shirt (Let's go)
Foot inside they ass while i'm tying my sneakers
Like who want the bars? I got at least nine weeks worth
It's showtime matinee
Run it at a master pace
Catch me in the Everglades. soaking in my accolades (I'm in that shit)
Like who want the holy smoke? You rocking with the Holy Ghost (Aye)
Ask me for direction, I just point they asses towards the door
This my civic duty, why'd I do it? 'Cause I had to
Book smart rappers fucking checked out and passed due
Said she need a man the city'd build into a statue
Like bitch I'm Mona Lisa, work of art is staring at you
[Outro]
You know 'cause
The Mona Lisa
Like it looks at you when you look at the Mona Lisa
That's why
Yeah
[Linus interlude]
-Who are you writing to Linus?
-This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin!
-You must be crazy. When are you gonna stop believing in something that isn't true?