KYLE YOUNG - Leaving Home lyrics

rate me

Tryna' have my cake so I can eat it too

Eagerly I see it's new

Pizza, Little Ceaser read the meter we is speakin', dude

Speakin' through the speakers you can peep me in some sneakers true

Yellow not my color I'm defeatin' you with Pikachu

Brothers my brothers I'm lethal like some greasy food

Cheeseburgers, he murdered people when the tweeters blew

Deep worded heat verdict

Weasel is Knievel dude

Keep burnin' weed Sherman

Greenest of the trees'll do

Eagle with a beak and you

Sneak until you reach the truth

We can get it freaky boo

Me and you bikini whoo

First I gotta sell my shit

Merchandise get rid of it

Certain guys for the prize MAW respect the birth of it

Bought it 'cause they heard of him

Inspired my the words of him

He taught them they're problems

Could amount to them and work for them

Try not to be a jerk for 'em

Probably wanna work for him

Apostle of a gospel that he didn't try to serve to them

Leaving home I'll meet my soul

I'll shake it's hand my brain expanded

But I don't wanna go with out you girl

You already know you are my world

I don't wanna go with out you girl

But my brain's expanded

Leaving home to reach my goal

Means being seen as a new person

But my motors going over loading writing in the sand

Blow it open golden tokens rhyming is the scam

Fire light life is bright shinin' on a fan

Time is right climbin' heights Heiney in the hand

China type, ride a bike bounce to the rhythm

Lime of light I ain't signed drought in the system

Pounce and I bit them, sound is the sickness

Proudly I'll trounce all the clowns on my shit list

I don't got a hit list, I got a list of hits

Smilin' 'cause you can't resist

Doubters throwin' hissy fits

Mountains of the written shit

Monuments of dizzy spit

'tention to the principles that brought them in to listen kid

Yo, I started off young as a dumb little chap

Life got lame so I stumbled into rap

Bumped into Scat

He loved Boom Bap

Flipped my hat back started punishin' these cats

Dream of a rapper

Cream I was after

Beat after beat a machine and the master

Feet on the ladder

Teeth chatterin'

Started puffin reefer made my feelings go that-away

Time's like a Saturday

Writin' like a pad a day

Classic after classic I was practically a factory

Somebody pass the batteries

So I can straight harass a beat

Passin' on the recipe, still ain't cranked a masterpiece

Doggit did it dastardly

Rabid rhythm rapidly

Packin' punches, plastic crunches

Now it's sad I have to leave

Mad is me, a cattle call catastrophe

I'll have it all, after all I have to eat.