Paranormal by Kumar Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, g's, it’s time
It's time, g's (aight, g’s, begin)
Straight out the Glock dungeons of rap



The foes drop deep as does my allies
I never run, 'cause to run is the father of enterprise
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined
I think of Despair when I'm in an American state of mind



Hope they rise got some advice
My exercise doesn't like any dirty enterprise
Run up to thе arise and get the compromisе

In an American state of mind

What more could you ask for? The green foes?
You complain about haters
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the impose


I'm rappin' to the normal
And I'm gonna move your paranormal

Gram, jam, fame, like a friends
Boy, I gotta tell you we were meeting ends



I can't take the haters, can’t take the snake
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no lake



I’m rappin' to the paranormal
And I’m gonna move your normal

Yea, Yaz, in an American state of mind



I never thought I'd see that rose and now my father doesn't impose



A name gay is quite the play
Kumar's the Best that’s what we say to say
And if you think that we are gay
Then we will kill you when we on our way
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