Benjamin Button by ThePussyBeagle Lyrics
Never wanna be associated still I’m ditching dipping Copenhagen
Still I’m sneaking sipping syrup so many people say the shits so overrated
Motivation
Falling down hill
Mr head over heels
The Story of that Jack and Jill kid
Pass the pills slick
Grab the wheel quick
Real shit
I ain’t trying to die like this
The pilot passed out
Crashed dead
With his friends riding in his fucked up hoopty
Trying to forget life so we driving round and we Popping roofie‘s
Bored little goons time to go and steal some brewskis
Down another can Damn it’s getting pretty hot man
Can you pop the roof please
Optics barley lucid
Honest logic sounding pretty stupid
We just shit talking
Rick rossin Big dogging
Feeling like every one of us balling
While falling
While failing
Well fuck it
Call us Benjamin button
Cause we getting more childish as the years pass
Ain’t a real task
In my field of view
Just sipping on the juice
Living by my rules
Ahh who the fuck is you
Oh shit thats right you my parents
Sorry for a second you looked a little scary
I thought you was a pair of reptilians with human clothes that got married
Ahh
I ain’t got no problem
I pull the blacka
I’m yelling Rada Rada
Like Rada (That brown boi from the tv show "Chowder)
Eat the pussy like its chowder
I’m bingeing hour after hour
My soul devoured
Can’t find my rudder
Got no direction
Out running reckless
Like "Rough n' Rowdy"
Fuck Ronda Rouesy
Quit acting pouty
Bitch got the money
Up next at batting
I cocked the backswing
And fall backwards laughing
Why the fuck Am I out here rapping
Like actually
Only really got like half a passion
Other half was my life style matched it
Top of that people say that I write with match sticks
Both flow and lyricism been way past my age
And that’s how the fuck I like it
Keep it slightly ignorant
Like after all I am a kid
Who’s prolly hyphy off some Ridellan
And Littering his lean cups
In the hillbilly hick field Shucks
Get the Real buzz
When the bills come
My life'll be white wine in steel cups
For real bruh
Till then I’m on the move cooking up like meal trucks
Still I’m sneaking sipping syrup so many people say the shits so overrated
Motivation
Falling down hill
Mr head over heels
The Story of that Jack and Jill kid
Pass the pills slick
Grab the wheel quick
Real shit
I ain’t trying to die like this
The pilot passed out
Crashed dead
With his friends riding in his fucked up hoopty
Trying to forget life so we driving round and we Popping roofie‘s
Bored little goons time to go and steal some brewskis
Down another can Damn it’s getting pretty hot man
Can you pop the roof please
Optics barley lucid
Honest logic sounding pretty stupid
We just shit talking
Rick rossin Big dogging
Feeling like every one of us balling
While falling
While failing
Well fuck it
Call us Benjamin button
Cause we getting more childish as the years pass
Ain’t a real task
In my field of view
Just sipping on the juice
Living by my rules
Ahh who the fuck is you
Oh shit thats right you my parents
Sorry for a second you looked a little scary
I thought you was a pair of reptilians with human clothes that got married
Ahh
I ain’t got no problem
I pull the blacka
I’m yelling Rada Rada
Like Rada (That brown boi from the tv show "Chowder)
Eat the pussy like its chowder
I’m bingeing hour after hour
My soul devoured
Can’t find my rudder
Got no direction
Out running reckless
Like "Rough n' Rowdy"
Fuck Ronda Rouesy
Quit acting pouty
Bitch got the money
Up next at batting
I cocked the backswing
And fall backwards laughing
Why the fuck Am I out here rapping
Like actually
Only really got like half a passion
Other half was my life style matched it
Top of that people say that I write with match sticks
Both flow and lyricism been way past my age
And that’s how the fuck I like it
Keep it slightly ignorant
Like after all I am a kid
Who’s prolly hyphy off some Ridellan
And Littering his lean cups
In the hillbilly hick field Shucks
Get the Real buzz
When the bills come
My life'll be white wine in steel cups
For real bruh
Till then I’m on the move cooking up like meal trucks