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Lyrify.me

Try This At Home by Tiger Tchakount Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro]
Y'all gotta stay home
Y'all gotta stay home
Yo

[Verse]
Fuck my Timb's I wear sneakers, I speak courage
Fuck your Tim's, If I sneeze, don't bless me, nay
Y'all are Sims, I can't speak your tongue today
Sow my synths, as I reap to discourage
Dream of posing as the gods of Romans
The truth imposes with the lacking tokens
And the merc' has done, everything but rose
And the cloud dissolves every time we spoken
Blanks, or dots or seen's, I can hear your heartbeat
Calm me down a minute, eject me from the car seat
I can't let this heart speak, I can let this art speak
Keke on the @ sign, hope you have a hard read
I don't need no blanket, all I need is money for that banking
They told me, it's a god I ain't thanking
They told me is a war in the East, and they tanking
I tell you is a war in my head, I'm a soldier with no ranking
Land of the frozen sun, the cold it kills
No need for no smoking gun
The pigs, my pigments, made us opposing sons
I stand, I stand, I stand 'til my flows are done
Regardless of regards and remark boy I mark
And I zucc any birds tryna shit on my part
This bitch tryna milkshake my brain through the yard
Time to do the dash, and I'll see you in a couple thousand yards
School of life Fez, yeah my mama be a lawyer
Still I yell fuck the feds, with those samples as a choir
All my day 1's respect what I do on the mic, cause they witnessed the curve
All the stats I've acquired
Went on a stroll for a minute
Came back later than the niggas that didn't
Your boy stopping rap? Man you must be kidding
I'ma stack records 'til I make it to the Guinness