The Dean's List - Spacely Man lyrics

rate me

Waking up and I’m laning, always up to no good,

But my better half got some juice, bring the kings in my blood.

All my niggers say hey, hey, don’t look, that’s what you say, switch your girl,

I’m like who, what, where and how? Why that nigger? Well, get what.

Not a fuck to give, not one, nigger, run, I got no gun

But I will get physical, real beautiful, high fives in the po-poe’s interviews.

Like shit, I kick this ass, hit the dash, rip it fast, club hopping, Christmas shopping,

Popping sannies in a coffin.

Well coffin, not belong and I emptied up my fucking funs,

For the day I switched to kids just for giggles, ha, ha, shit.

What a gun got caught back, run that, don’t fuck with a nigger when he wake up,

I’m my own damn cop like Jacob, fuck this food, I hate my waiter.

But I made a sweet as long, hate this song, hit this bong,

Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs,

But I made this way this long, hate this song, hit this bong,

Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs.

Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer,

You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I’ll be your savior.

You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought,

It’s the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.

Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer,

You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I’ll be your savior.

You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought,

It’s the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.

Man, I swear sometimes I feel like I’m just crazy rapping, foolish talking nonsense up my ass

And no one pressure me to do it.

I was told to pay attention, freestyle and chase the money,

Well, that combo doesn’t matter when you’re up and always raining.

I had dreams of talking shit, whipping ass with twenty dollars,

If it means I coexist with shitty deals and plenty office,

If this office is in John Carter’s, I don’t think it matters,

‘cause I step into the building like I own it, why you laughing?

I was gasing up my fuel, the coolest kids don’t play my shit, boy,

And Mikey rocks this cop to lose it up, will come up, good boy.

‘cause niggers out in Paris don’t go turkey when they hit us,

A thanks for giving hope to everything that we believe in,

I just seen enough in Edinburgh, who met a fucking goddess,

If you’re honest you know as long is out Jesus fucking started.

And if Moses parted seas I believe he needs a holyday,

So fuck Santa Clause, food for thought, eat your heart away.

Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer,

You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I’ll be your savior.

You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought,

It’s the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.

Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer,

You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I’ll be your savior.

You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought,

It’s the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.