Off the Top by MattRRuiz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m sure I’m over the top with this
But I’m flowing off the top and shit
Excuse me for going off like this
But the time tic and my time spent making my mind sprint forming dark thoughts and shit
Giving new sound to this old beat hope I make earl proud with this
I figured I’d pound it and leave it better than I found this bitch
I’ve been repeat on solace because my soul is hopeless lost in a hole and I believe this is out of my control
My heart is out on parol
Smoke billowing out my mouth like chimneys burning coal
Hands are bitches but thats fine my mind contains the riches
Look at him would you believe such a man with father figures missing?
Know some one so gay his fathers killed himself now i just dissed em
Thats right bitch I can put anger in your system
And my dick in your sista
Got her screaming like its a twista
Dick as long as a list of
Pussies matt leaves with some blistas
Yeah they bitch hands but they’re cold you don’t wanna catch em cause they’ll sick ya
[Verse 2]
God damn who let the dog out
Probably that same broad who ripped my heart out
Ask her mom I got a heart of gold that all the daughters missing out on without a doubt
But it’s cool I ain’t in the game I’m just a scout in the crowd watching your every move analyzing you all the way through, pattern recognition my expertise don’t even try and fool
Snakes all over the oranges have me watching my every step straining my neck looking down at the floor and shit
So I stay indoors working on my flow and if you ask me it sounds likes its pouring bitch
So why you ignoring him, probably just hitting snore on him
Sleepy asses could never keep up my foots to the gas and I’m flooring it
Catch me on stages around the world because I’ll be touring it
Blasting the shit I be scoring with
Write some fire then score a hit
Fill it up and the smoke a spliff
My mind ain’t the only fire I be writing with
My word play goes hard as I’m writing I be spraining my wrist
I’m sure I’m over the top with this
But I’m flowing off the top and shit
Excuse me for going off like this
But the time tic and my time spent making my mind sprint forming dark thoughts and shit
Giving new sound to this old beat hope I make earl proud with this
I figured I’d pound it and leave it better than I found this bitch
I’ve been repeat on solace because my soul is hopeless lost in a hole and I believe this is out of my control
My heart is out on parol
Smoke billowing out my mouth like chimneys burning coal
Hands are bitches but thats fine my mind contains the riches
Look at him would you believe such a man with father figures missing?
Know some one so gay his fathers killed himself now i just dissed em
Thats right bitch I can put anger in your system
And my dick in your sista
Got her screaming like its a twista
Dick as long as a list of
Pussies matt leaves with some blistas
Yeah they bitch hands but they’re cold you don’t wanna catch em cause they’ll sick ya
[Verse 2]
God damn who let the dog out
Probably that same broad who ripped my heart out
Ask her mom I got a heart of gold that all the daughters missing out on without a doubt
But it’s cool I ain’t in the game I’m just a scout in the crowd watching your every move analyzing you all the way through, pattern recognition my expertise don’t even try and fool
Snakes all over the oranges have me watching my every step straining my neck looking down at the floor and shit
So I stay indoors working on my flow and if you ask me it sounds likes its pouring bitch
So why you ignoring him, probably just hitting snore on him
Sleepy asses could never keep up my foots to the gas and I’m flooring it
Catch me on stages around the world because I’ll be touring it
Blasting the shit I be scoring with
Write some fire then score a hit
Fill it up and the smoke a spliff
My mind ain’t the only fire I be writing with
My word play goes hard as I’m writing I be spraining my wrist