Casual - I Wonder lyrics

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Some might act like they’re uptight

But listen to what they say

Wondering what is going on inside of 3000’s head

Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead

I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

I’m feeling that production but I ain’t finished up the hours

I ain’t feeling rap for nothing and that’s the end of that discussion

I’m killing cats for busting

A brief moment of silence for my opponents and rivals

You niggas are snorted, your rat book is like a novel

I find more snow, I ride upon you with goggles

And try to keep niggas high with our body, just stay beside of me

Gotta leave darling, ‘cause something keeps telling me follow me

Walk into the light, talk into the mic with caution

Flossin’, and the darker the night will cost ‘em

I’m fresh, I’m also rawesome, I’m awesome

A pit fight, I’m known to spit fire like …

So is it, hieroglyphic the sickest on the Pacific coast

And wouldn’t Casual make a terribly terrific ghost

Rider for these main streams, spitting their lame swings

A deadly infection, same thing as gangrene

Some might act like they’re uptight

But listen to what they say

Wonderwhat is going on inside of 3000’s head

Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead

I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

So here’s the prognosis, when God closes

Your abnormal comedy cat, I’m an anomaly

Rappers on to me, some hate it, I’m decorated

Educated, plus I lay down the law like the legislator

So this your definition of sport?

If your boy here was mentioned in the middle of court

Would you put a test to it? Like come on, let’s do it

Then that 10 million soul needs an Aston next to it

I’m just cooling, rocking some fresh ruins

In a lick of alcohol world classic, no elastic

Yep, the brim fitted, kept the rims at it

Shouldn’t your friends get it, you couldn’t contend with it

You putting the bare limit if you humbled yourself

Now look at you, you looking dumber than yourself

In the next ten years I’mma be on more shit

And setting up a network like Dionne Warwick

Some might act like they’re uptight

But listen to what they say

Wondering what is going on inside of 3000’s head

Wonder what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead

I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch

Y’all should read the Bible, walk around

God created day and night then divided …

And provided them with lawn and food for you to feed on

Got a lot of answers to life, my youth, read on

Reverted Christian when I call you at the store

You slipped an envelope under the bottom of the door

You used to blood lost, that’s what got them into whores

Now fish throwing …like Sodom and Gomorrah