throw of the dice by Kaybeo Lyrics
[Intro]
Especially an American girl
You can tell she's been raised on promises
What are you gonna' do about that?
What do you do about that?
I don't understand
'Cause you weren't there
Excuse me?
If you're gonna be my wife you'll have to be of the, trusting silent variety
I attack shit adequate, boring like the bachlorette
Haven't seen my homies in a while 'cause they've been rambling
Looking for a diamond in a shed to make it passionate
Booking everything inside my radius, accident
Boom, ka-chow, I arrive from the cabinet
I, tool around like an impatient activist (Oh, is that what you do?)
Happiness from a catalyst, backing it with no bafflement
Truly an understatement when you call yourself a mannequin now (I am fond of you)
Bust the door and relapse the judgement
Quick shit when I spit, I don't make assumptions
My pen going nuts when I push my buttons
And i'm smooth like butter with the, when the, fuck it (Mother's probably-)
Listening to chum with my head in a bucket
At the end of time stage 4, I just forget
But everywhere is here and everything is an illusion
Pumping gas for the fame and making money for pollution, yeah
Ay, yeah
[Skit]
It rains today at the funeral
A very strange place, really
We stood around her grave under black umbrellas
Old and musty, the kind of place you'd expect the ghosts to like to wander around
Mother's probably waiting
Kind of a haunted castle
Is Richard ready for the ceremony?
I don't know, I think he's in the studio
He said he had a sudden inspiration
Something about wanting to finish his statue (Uh, yeah, uh)
Nah' I ain't done with it (I know some people in Mexico)
Top off, getting fun with it (We can go there and start all over again)
Lost calls on my phone and I run with it
I got a dark twisted fantasy and not a motto
You ain't got no fucking Kaybeo in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy?)
Hablo, shut up when i'm stuffing in gelato
Listening to beatles got me wanting to go mono
Drums in the left with the melody in right
Like it's two motherfuckers that be wanting to fight, alright (I'm retired)
Cooks in kitchen making the wrong type of dough
And when I stay home alone shit gon' be overflown (You know what I mean?)
And I bounce back big with no seans left at home (Well then, watch)
And if you see me on stage, take away the microphone
'Cause i'ma make shit burn, show y'all what i've earned
Sick motherfucker making beats and doing turns
But the most important part is that I never say never
And just in, I beep like the ER when i'm fed up bi-
[Outro]
Hey I, hope you don't mind about this, I just didn't know you were a church woman!
To me a church is just a place for business
Well that's a funny way to look at!
Why? People seem shocked because I took a job in a church and
I regard it simply as a job
I'm a professional organist, and I play for pay, that's all
Thinking like that, don't that give ya' nightmares?
Strange you should say that
As a matter of fact
Yeah?
Especially an American girl
You can tell she's been raised on promises
What are you gonna' do about that?
What do you do about that?
I don't understand
'Cause you weren't there
Excuse me?
If you're gonna be my wife you'll have to be of the, trusting silent variety
I attack shit adequate, boring like the bachlorette
Haven't seen my homies in a while 'cause they've been rambling
Looking for a diamond in a shed to make it passionate
Booking everything inside my radius, accident
Boom, ka-chow, I arrive from the cabinet
I, tool around like an impatient activist (Oh, is that what you do?)
Happiness from a catalyst, backing it with no bafflement
Truly an understatement when you call yourself a mannequin now (I am fond of you)
Bust the door and relapse the judgement
Quick shit when I spit, I don't make assumptions
My pen going nuts when I push my buttons
And i'm smooth like butter with the, when the, fuck it (Mother's probably-)
Listening to chum with my head in a bucket
At the end of time stage 4, I just forget
But everywhere is here and everything is an illusion
Pumping gas for the fame and making money for pollution, yeah
Ay, yeah
[Skit]
It rains today at the funeral
A very strange place, really
We stood around her grave under black umbrellas
Old and musty, the kind of place you'd expect the ghosts to like to wander around
Mother's probably waiting
Kind of a haunted castle
Is Richard ready for the ceremony?
I don't know, I think he's in the studio
He said he had a sudden inspiration
Something about wanting to finish his statue (Uh, yeah, uh)
Nah' I ain't done with it (I know some people in Mexico)
Top off, getting fun with it (We can go there and start all over again)
Lost calls on my phone and I run with it
I got a dark twisted fantasy and not a motto
You ain't got no fucking Kaybeo in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy?)
Hablo, shut up when i'm stuffing in gelato
Listening to beatles got me wanting to go mono
Drums in the left with the melody in right
Like it's two motherfuckers that be wanting to fight, alright (I'm retired)
Cooks in kitchen making the wrong type of dough
And when I stay home alone shit gon' be overflown (You know what I mean?)
And I bounce back big with no seans left at home (Well then, watch)
And if you see me on stage, take away the microphone
'Cause i'ma make shit burn, show y'all what i've earned
Sick motherfucker making beats and doing turns
But the most important part is that I never say never
And just in, I beep like the ER when i'm fed up bi-
[Outro]
Hey I, hope you don't mind about this, I just didn't know you were a church woman!
To me a church is just a place for business
Well that's a funny way to look at!
Why? People seem shocked because I took a job in a church and
I regard it simply as a job
I'm a professional organist, and I play for pay, that's all
Thinking like that, don't that give ya' nightmares?
Strange you should say that
As a matter of fact
Yeah?