Raymond the Raveman by TheNeXTGUI Lyrics
Intro 1]
Robotic voice from intro: i’ll save you man, but i don’t know if this is a rave song really
They will be fine
[intro 2 x2]
Raymond the raveman
A brave man to save man
Who hates man but is a man
Can’t stand man, d+mn man
Get flamed, man
I was along the street
What i drank, it’s not coke
Motherf+cker, for that i’m too bespoke
My mind fallin’, falin’ underground (yeah)
Been up all night, been down all night
I just take another round
This ice spikes got me so (nice)
Atop the skylight
I smoked so many trees the forest became a desert
Y’all just got what y’all deserved
I never gon’ swervе
I wrotе every word
Y’all rhymеs sour like curd
Sеt a basketball court in the bas+m+nt
Now that’s
Ballin, ballin’ underground (yeah)
What i be doing?
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
Shout out to my boy george
Stuck with me when times got hard
George likes the f+cking belt
Not a secret, it’s just what i felt (yeah)
These b+tches just f+cking melt
You a snowflake, you just f+cking melt
George lied to me about the rave
But i still crave
Need more f+cking purp
A barrel of red rum and a dead drum
I am higher than a pharaoh (yeah)
Mind’s so narrow
You ain’t even a sparrow
Need to be careful
Just let us enjoy our fun
I must a tripped on the subway stairs, since i’m
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
Let’s go
Let’s get it
Let’s get it
Everything i do, is the best (yeah)
I just flexed and y’all’s just stressed
A instrumental rampage
Yall’s songs a mess
Doing this more than all days
Ain’t no conspiracy, you just endear me
I made music as a grand plan
So man
Y’all’s ratings be
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
[outro] (piano line from next song begins to play)
You know what’s really crazy man?
Whenever i hear that southern accent i always assumed it’s exaggerated in the media, but like no, they actually talk like that
Really though, yo, i f+ckin, f+ckin autocoomed all over that rack, you see this sh+t?
I’m in a f+cking drought for the clout
My observations are astout
[robot] that’s not even the word
Yeah whatever man
Robotic voice from intro: i’ll save you man, but i don’t know if this is a rave song really
They will be fine
[intro 2 x2]
Raymond the raveman
A brave man to save man
Who hates man but is a man
Can’t stand man, d+mn man
Get flamed, man
I was along the street
What i drank, it’s not coke
Motherf+cker, for that i’m too bespoke
My mind fallin’, falin’ underground (yeah)
Been up all night, been down all night
I just take another round
This ice spikes got me so (nice)
Atop the skylight
I smoked so many trees the forest became a desert
Y’all just got what y’all deserved
I never gon’ swervе
I wrotе every word
Y’all rhymеs sour like curd
Sеt a basketball court in the bas+m+nt
Now that’s
Ballin, ballin’ underground (yeah)
What i be doing?
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
Shout out to my boy george
Stuck with me when times got hard
George likes the f+cking belt
Not a secret, it’s just what i felt (yeah)
These b+tches just f+cking melt
You a snowflake, you just f+cking melt
George lied to me about the rave
But i still crave
Need more f+cking purp
A barrel of red rum and a dead drum
I am higher than a pharaoh (yeah)
Mind’s so narrow
You ain’t even a sparrow
Need to be careful
Just let us enjoy our fun
I must a tripped on the subway stairs, since i’m
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
Let’s go
Let’s get it
Let’s get it
Everything i do, is the best (yeah)
I just flexed and y’all’s just stressed
A instrumental rampage
Yall’s songs a mess
Doing this more than all days
Ain’t no conspiracy, you just endear me
I made music as a grand plan
So man
Y’all’s ratings be
[Chorus x2]
Fallin’, fallin’ underground (yeah)
Drinking the purp, ops want the perp (yaw)
Mind spooked saw three hounds (it’s lit)
Don’t know what it was, i’m (ready!)
[outro] (piano line from next song begins to play)
You know what’s really crazy man?
Whenever i hear that southern accent i always assumed it’s exaggerated in the media, but like no, they actually talk like that
Really though, yo, i f+ckin, f+ckin autocoomed all over that rack, you see this sh+t?
I’m in a f+cking drought for the clout
My observations are astout
[robot] that’s not even the word
Yeah whatever man