DON QUIXOTE by SAM R I Lyrics
Joe Dank:
Put a sign on the door, and don't disturb me
See the sweat up on the window had a show with no mercy
I was smoking in the room probably thought i'd burn a forrest
Up and down her body all around it like a tourist
She like em skinny tripped out, fuck a ciggy gettin trippy
He can't look you in the eyes dont trust em
Im picasso with the pencil write my name with the rest
Go fuck em all of a sudden, they just wanna joe budden
Fuck an everyday struggle got us ballin on a budget
Out the clock bitch you rushin, take my time bitch dont rush me
Walkin like im sippin something, while you fussin always tucked in
Demons summon takin notes, black roses what im puffing
Rubbin on her face, took the genie out her lamp
I can see it in her face, pitch my tent and didn't camp
Mind racing all day, while you soft and getting cramps
Feel the ether from the speaker bass kicking from the amp
Hook:
Extra extra, read all about it
Hit the stage and leave em all astounded
Extra extra, read all about it
Hit the stage and leave em all astounded
SAM R I:
Grandiose strut my fit belong in the carvel
Sweet as candy paint, I'm moving weight like a barbell
Jesus pieces, paper Regis, zoning
Gasol with the 16's boy that's Spur the moment
Diesel to the feeble I gas and burn em medieval
I'm eagle eyeing the weasel who easing up to my easel
The sleezy beez on my deagle just want the poke like a needle
Y'all jump me thinking evil and end up dead as Knievel
On my Picasso, collecting my nachos, I'm ducking the 5-0
Who checking me running I see thru my bi-focs
They under the covers and trying to hit me like high notes
They lying and actin like my folk, they thinking that I don't
Read in the bible, demons appearing insightful
93 out the gates till infinity
Had them boppers on the jock with the thizzle face
They say "he freezing while the motherfucking game burns"
Truly, to him is our return
Put a sign on the door, and don't disturb me
See the sweat up on the window had a show with no mercy
I was smoking in the room probably thought i'd burn a forrest
Up and down her body all around it like a tourist
She like em skinny tripped out, fuck a ciggy gettin trippy
He can't look you in the eyes dont trust em
Im picasso with the pencil write my name with the rest
Go fuck em all of a sudden, they just wanna joe budden
Fuck an everyday struggle got us ballin on a budget
Out the clock bitch you rushin, take my time bitch dont rush me
Walkin like im sippin something, while you fussin always tucked in
Demons summon takin notes, black roses what im puffing
Rubbin on her face, took the genie out her lamp
I can see it in her face, pitch my tent and didn't camp
Mind racing all day, while you soft and getting cramps
Feel the ether from the speaker bass kicking from the amp
Hook:
Extra extra, read all about it
Hit the stage and leave em all astounded
Extra extra, read all about it
Hit the stage and leave em all astounded
SAM R I:
Grandiose strut my fit belong in the carvel
Sweet as candy paint, I'm moving weight like a barbell
Jesus pieces, paper Regis, zoning
Gasol with the 16's boy that's Spur the moment
Diesel to the feeble I gas and burn em medieval
I'm eagle eyeing the weasel who easing up to my easel
The sleezy beez on my deagle just want the poke like a needle
Y'all jump me thinking evil and end up dead as Knievel
On my Picasso, collecting my nachos, I'm ducking the 5-0
Who checking me running I see thru my bi-focs
They under the covers and trying to hit me like high notes
They lying and actin like my folk, they thinking that I don't
Read in the bible, demons appearing insightful
93 out the gates till infinity
Had them boppers on the jock with the thizzle face
They say "he freezing while the motherfucking game burns"
Truly, to him is our return