Lala by Keanu Jones Lyrics
[Verse 1: Keanu Jones]
Nights like this I write this, I write that shit
So comment on how nice it is or slice your wrist
Twice this kid, rights livid. right what I'm living
And the smell of reefer with him, know the time and place we in the building
I can talk about all this Illuminati shit but I don't know nobody who's souls on getting acknowledgement
Eyes wide open, I'm focusing but no college bent, probably spent time on Fifa when I should've been following
Liters of iced tea on my dresser, yes sir
Getting head on my death bed before and after I stressed her
Asking me while I'm pressured to make a classic and shit
Cause the last one was really uhh, and the previous wasn't it
The other was Propaganda, I was on that Odd Future shit
Realize that I'm Even following other niggas Future, quit that
And started making my own, but I'm a fucking perfectionist, so nigga every single song takes an album long
But we ain't got no fans no way, these blogs ain't fucking with Infamous, "aw man, so gay"
Okay, now don't worry bout this verse, ain't take no effort but better everything after, your favorite Jersey-born bastard
[Hook]
Flows on my dick, asking what I be on
Because that shit hella strong, it damn sure ain't cologne
I'm on that La-la-la-la-laaaaaaalaaaa
Hoes on my dick, asking what I be on
I'm tryna be on you, cause bitch I'm just tryna bone
They be like La-la-la-la-laaaaaaalaaaa
[Verse 2: Zakee]
The exorcist, the best to spit
You better respect this shit or your neck gets slit
Feeling blessed while I'm listening to Quest and shit
Am I wrong that I was right that I left that bitch?
Nah, but you can say so
But I'mma get these pesos, bread, wages and payroll, but you still ain't getting pay so?
Get it right, and let the spliff ignite
Your bitch thinks I'm Superman, she'll be at my crib tonight
Hit it twice, and pass it to my amigos
Three hoes in a circle, we treat em like they were depot
That's the pot, so pass the pot
2 hits'll have you higher than an astronaut, ask them throcks
Shotgun shots to the face, shout out to Trinidad Jame$, taught me not to be S.A.F.E
This is the product of a project that two partners create
And when you're built like us it's hard not to be great
Nights like this I write this, I write that shit
So comment on how nice it is or slice your wrist
Twice this kid, rights livid. right what I'm living
And the smell of reefer with him, know the time and place we in the building
I can talk about all this Illuminati shit but I don't know nobody who's souls on getting acknowledgement
Eyes wide open, I'm focusing but no college bent, probably spent time on Fifa when I should've been following
Liters of iced tea on my dresser, yes sir
Getting head on my death bed before and after I stressed her
Asking me while I'm pressured to make a classic and shit
Cause the last one was really uhh, and the previous wasn't it
The other was Propaganda, I was on that Odd Future shit
Realize that I'm Even following other niggas Future, quit that
And started making my own, but I'm a fucking perfectionist, so nigga every single song takes an album long
But we ain't got no fans no way, these blogs ain't fucking with Infamous, "aw man, so gay"
Okay, now don't worry bout this verse, ain't take no effort but better everything after, your favorite Jersey-born bastard
[Hook]
Flows on my dick, asking what I be on
Because that shit hella strong, it damn sure ain't cologne
I'm on that La-la-la-la-laaaaaaalaaaa
Hoes on my dick, asking what I be on
I'm tryna be on you, cause bitch I'm just tryna bone
They be like La-la-la-la-laaaaaaalaaaa
[Verse 2: Zakee]
The exorcist, the best to spit
You better respect this shit or your neck gets slit
Feeling blessed while I'm listening to Quest and shit
Am I wrong that I was right that I left that bitch?
Nah, but you can say so
But I'mma get these pesos, bread, wages and payroll, but you still ain't getting pay so?
Get it right, and let the spliff ignite
Your bitch thinks I'm Superman, she'll be at my crib tonight
Hit it twice, and pass it to my amigos
Three hoes in a circle, we treat em like they were depot
That's the pot, so pass the pot
2 hits'll have you higher than an astronaut, ask them throcks
Shotgun shots to the face, shout out to Trinidad Jame$, taught me not to be S.A.F.E
This is the product of a project that two partners create
And when you're built like us it's hard not to be great