Tetris by Kurby Lyrics
[Verse: Kurby]
Build walls and make lines
These rappers gonna fall and I'll make rhymes
If you don’t wanna ball, then skate lines
If you don't gotta stall, then make time
You givin' me a call, you waste time
Gotta facetime, and I’ll stay tryin'
Just to put all you fuckers to an end like Shiloh
Didn't think you'd live when you come dissin' me bro?
Hey wait, that's the wrong time
Gotta listen gotta feelin' I'm the wrong guy
Wait, gotta fill in all the wrong lines
Makin’ points smoke a joint, and no long life
Spotlight, you can call me X ’cause I'm dying
Not even trying but you are left crying
I just can’t be fuckin' with all these shit rappers
And after I'll get a high score, what you ask for?
Gotta calm it down a bit and
Maybe you will try and fit in
Started poppin' xans, you ain’t no mans
What's your plans?
Gotta lotta life, gotta lotta time
Spittin' this verse and I'm feelin' like it is a crime
Gotta be honest, I ain't even trying
Gotta be honest, I can hear you crying, wait
Think it's almost over, yes no more
Open oppurtunities, openin' the door
I'll drop your little sorry ass to the floor
Little whore, maybe more? I don't know, can you store
All the tracks that I make, all the racks I would make
If i monetized, got your eyes peekin' at the wrong guy
Livin' in the wrong time, gonna break your arm, I
Think you better think about it, livin' in the wrong life!
Build walls and make lines
These rappers gonna fall and I'll make rhymes
If you don’t wanna ball, then skate lines
If you don't gotta stall, then make time
You givin' me a call, you waste time
Gotta facetime, and I’ll stay tryin'
Just to put all you fuckers to an end like Shiloh
Didn't think you'd live when you come dissin' me bro?
Hey wait, that's the wrong time
Gotta listen gotta feelin' I'm the wrong guy
Wait, gotta fill in all the wrong lines
Makin’ points smoke a joint, and no long life
Spotlight, you can call me X ’cause I'm dying
Not even trying but you are left crying
I just can’t be fuckin' with all these shit rappers
And after I'll get a high score, what you ask for?
Gotta calm it down a bit and
Maybe you will try and fit in
Started poppin' xans, you ain’t no mans
What's your plans?
Gotta lotta life, gotta lotta time
Spittin' this verse and I'm feelin' like it is a crime
Gotta be honest, I ain't even trying
Gotta be honest, I can hear you crying, wait
Think it's almost over, yes no more
Open oppurtunities, openin' the door
I'll drop your little sorry ass to the floor
Little whore, maybe more? I don't know, can you store
All the tracks that I make, all the racks I would make
If i monetized, got your eyes peekin' at the wrong guy
Livin' in the wrong time, gonna break your arm, I
Think you better think about it, livin' in the wrong life!