OnCue - Feel Tall Lyrics

I'm cool with Katy Perry hooks in my cannabis verses
Long as yall open up your wallets and purses
Say you judge a man by the ones he converse with
Those are gods, we young kings, so we perfect
First they try to step on, then they try to jerk you
Watch me turn stephon from years of being urkel
Waiting in the wings, patience really is a virtue
Just because I sing, That's why you keep calling me commercial
Wait a minute aye, here I come Hollywood
I could probably go and set a f*ck, I probably should
Tryin to cop my mama a nice crib, I probably could
If I did it, but I swear I committed to the realness
We so close, can you tell we about to kill this
Plan the party now, call up Angela and Phyllis
Tell em I want strippers and balloons
cause cuey aint a quitter, we don't get this shit for...


Fuck is it you want? yeah
It's been way too long, oh
lookin down on me
I dreamt about everything that I'm about to be, yeah
I finally feel tall, taller than you.
I finally feel tall, taller than you.

I love weed right, I ain't try see that
its some beer pong, I just want a real song
got me feelin tall like Shaquille with some heels on.
I'll be doing this til I'm dead and the pills gone.
Wait, I think it's bad time for you to say it
Give me my dues 'cause y'all know I paid it
Ten times over, sick of all you posers
thinking you cooler than me, what the fuck, you mike posner
Your girl coming over, way I hit the cho cha
Drunk in the club, at home, or she sober
Nah I'm just kidding, I really respect women
but there's one thing that I don't, it's your ma' fuckin opinion
Listen up, my team get the green, we 'bout to split it up
I see all the rocks and dirt you kicking up
'Bout to hit the town, yo, try and live it up
It's a blue moon tonight, I don't really give a fuck
Don't tell me that I can't change the world
You in it for the image, .or the chains, and the girls
Sorry you've been lied to, I'm in it for survival
Oh, you the dude that told me to go and rap like Plies do


You can't veto this, usually on emo shit
flow sick chemo this, sipping on pino grig, with mindy who like indie shit. So we fuck to Brian Eno shit.
I'm like the third dick she sucked, not she ain't steal, bitch
So close yet so far, oh lord I'm like mozart before figaro I go hard
No odds, all you hater's try to clothes line me
Know your lifes over when the finally cosign me
Tell Jay, tell Yay, I could flow so grimy
I sing all my hooks yea this song so timely
I swear, when you down and out everybody hits you
I can't even make rent, is that more of a visual
We at war you bringing them pistols
I'm all thinking missiles
wanna put an end to my issues
I ain't gonna lie, I got a lot to live for
Can't wait to look back, laughing we were piss poor
Trying to get more, hopefully I'll be on
wishin this apple juice will turn into dom perignon
That I'm sipping, I never ever give it
cause I'm helping these kids with my writtens, I deserve a ribbon


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