Hot Sugar - Leverage lyrics
rate meAll I want is a house and some money to travel
A simple game putting letters together like Scrabble
...and crashing the rebel
Which of us truly trust how we knocking the gravel
So I’ll be fucking around like I’m stacking the ammo
Fuck it I’m live to the channels
Surfing on surfaces cursing
Hurdling hurdles in here in turtles
The way of the curtains and circles to a certain degree
The person you certainly see is certainly certainly me
Or whatever they OD till they putting the curtain on me
I’m Eric Sanders the generic version
But I’m perished shut the fuck up I’ll embarrass you
Now I don’t care I’m so careless
Yeas I’m aware I’m a fool sexy and arrogant too
Sun in the air and I think none of you par a view
I told you I like my shirts sliced you should stare into my rap life
You only dead who do we care
Why do we do when we did?
Who babysit
Groove you feel me?
Sit back cool beverage right leverage
Sit back cool beverage right leverage
You know me I don’t need no introduction and shit
Girl screaming Anthony Obi hold me
Like she know me she won’t quit
Already got one holding my arm in this
But I think I’m bout to add two to the list
And I just might add you if you equipped
With some good sense and some good teeth
Feeling free like a loose leaf single sleep
On the beat I’m crisp like a Pringle be
I’m on 34th street the Kris Kringle bee
Just little old merry me...
Calling up my agent flagrant
Nigger get me sleeping on the pavement
Why the fuck you think I made this wave length?
Ain’t trying live in my relative’s basement
It ain’t easy being measly when I’m easy
Hundred dollars lost
Can make a nigger queasy
I need my full fucking fizzy
Ever since I got grown, left home
Been feeling all alone
Like fish a la carte bitch this is the start
Of me being a mean to you
Niggers seeming team
You stringy like some linguini
Thinking that you can see me
That seemingly might be easy
But you’re quite beneath me
You’re stinky like a quiet beef
From a bitch that hasn’t washed for weeks
Hoes known to jock you geeks
Cause they think you so unique
But solely you’re phony
And only phoning in when you speak
I’m going in on your freak
Weekly and reeking of weed
Sweetly I’m sealing the deed
Revealing just what she need
Like honey to bees or chickens to feed
Or money to me or AC to a hundred degrees
I smoke nothing but trees
You are nothing to me
And while you’re living in dreams
I’m reeling in reality
Calling phones, slap in the microphones, do..., I’ve been popping
Calling phones, slap in the microphones, do..., I’ve been popping
Calling phones, slap in the microphones, do..., I’ve been popping
Calling phones, slap in the microphones, do..., I’ve been popping
59 pounds on the euro
Start in France
Business class feature
Sauvignon in the glass
I don’t know French
Lucy teach it when she speak
I studied in the bed
And I only learned oui
Swimmiest in the duffle
Cause I’m trying hit the beach
And I’m tired of the Rockaways
Too ugly for my feet
No room for devices
Leave it at the beep
The only thing magnetic
Is the hotel key
So baby don’t tell me
That we living next week
Cause I’m feeling this week
Life is feeling this sweet
What type of feeling this be?
What kind of strain is this weed?
I know you understand me
Since we’re on the same beat
You can hear the foreign silence
Ringing as I pen this verse
Mole skin with the Star Wars
Cover Peroni quench the thirst
I ain’t about shit
Cause I recycle my outfits
Dog I’m walking on the outskirts
Of a country unknown
5 euros a six pack
Victor is you with that?
My eyes rolled to the top
Drop while I sit back
World’s Fair globe trotter
Popping on a greater scale
In the end might leave it all
That’s word to Christian Bale
You feel me?
Sit back cool beverage right leverage
Sit back cool beverage right leverage
