BURGER KING FREESTYLE by William Crooks Lyrics
[Verse: William Crooks]
I'm at the burger king
Torrenting movies off of the wifi
Cataract vision
Turn a blind eye
Exhibit b down the sink
Bye bye bye
Your posture bad too if you was
My height
Shit I'm high
Once again and probably better for it
I can't talk straight to em now
It's only metaphors
I hid a bible verse in it
So it's renaissance
We at the Marriot, smoking bible pages
I was born dying I don't mind the rabies
Supposed to be dead already
So I don't mind the aging
All that glitters ain't got Midas on it
Thunderbird go stupid fast
Put the lightning on it
Flowers on my tomb
It's lights out
Sorry I can't read the room
Where thе fuck my mind at
Where the roof
And thе where the fuck I put my shoes?
I got stamina
I'm a little slow
But I got stamina
Keep a extra clip
Got the damage up
Next to me
You couldn't hold a candle up
I can rap this shit through a migraine
Something wrong
I just need a hole in my head
Let the pressure out
It smell like gas in here
I think I left the oven on
Water and weed
The only things I'm left running on
[Chorus: William Crooks]
Pray
I'm at the burger king
Torrenting movies off of the wifi
Cataract vision
Turn a blind eye
Exhibit b down the sink
Bye bye bye
Your posture bad too if you was
My height
Shit I'm high
Once again and probably better for it
I can't talk straight to em now
It's only metaphors
I hid a bible verse in it
So it's renaissance
We at the Marriot, smoking bible pages
I was born dying I don't mind the rabies
Supposed to be dead already
So I don't mind the aging
All that glitters ain't got Midas on it
Thunderbird go stupid fast
Put the lightning on it
Flowers on my tomb
It's lights out
Sorry I can't read the room
Where thе fuck my mind at
Where the roof
And thе where the fuck I put my shoes?
I got stamina
I'm a little slow
But I got stamina
Keep a extra clip
Got the damage up
Next to me
You couldn't hold a candle up
I can rap this shit through a migraine
Something wrong
I just need a hole in my head
Let the pressure out
It smell like gas in here
I think I left the oven on
Water and weed
The only things I'm left running on
[Chorus: William Crooks]
Pray