LITTLE PRINCE - Ice House lyrics

rate me

Prince got problems, no I don't, shawty

Stuck up into clubbing like a bubblegum party

Rub a dub enough and you'll become a drunk, hardly

Stumbling around the club, a type of brother who's falling

Described to a T, that's me

Demonic eyes you can see from the trees

Weed to a vine, I'm a leaf from a leave all season

Exit stage left, naw, shawty, not even

See I'm posted like the pictures in museums

Scheming, smoking away my stresses from the evening

Thinking, if I had the dollars I was dreaming I wouldn't even

Have to bother papa and my mama for some dollars

That I probably won't see profit from 'cause I am dumb

Probably purchase pot and get to coughing like I'm iron lung

And run through the streets like cats and dogs

Till it's mud on my feet like a crackhead's palm...

Now that doesn't make much sense, indeed

And that's not to say that sense could be

What I demonstrate cause I demonstrate what I think'll make me H-A-P-P-Y

Oh 'cause, I wanna

Prince look crazy, no I don't shawty

People still be wearing corduroys to my knowledge

Evil can't affect the Holy Ghost inside I, uh

Think I'm bout to take the closest road to like college

I'm a utterly expose them

Dare to whisper that the brother ain't chosen; if something ain't golden

Papa need a new pair of shoes

Won't hurt touching people hoping they could get appraised before work

Then I could be rolling

Telling stories like I used to be Steve Urkel, shawty, now, I'm Hulk Hogan

If someone ain't told them

And I'll scream in fun till ya'll ears get numb

Cause my hearing aid's jammed, too darn crunk's what I am

Can't stand still, an ant pile jumped in my pants

But you think I would be scratching like a cat, naw dog

'stead I'm running over people like a crackhead's car...

Now that doesn't make much sense, indeed

And that's not to say that sense could be

What I demonstrate cause I demonstrate what I think'll make me H-A-P-P-Y

Oh 'cause, I wanna

Things don't phase me, maybe that's why I

Never had directors biographing my life

Though, can't nobody else embody actions like mine

I take the bulk of it and write a rap

To describe timelines where I place facts in-cre-ment-ly

Tied to the fact that Him hath sent me down through the wrath of the e-ne-my

He knowing I was built for this

That was the beginning ya'll, now, I can't finish

A million miles an hour on the rapper with the Hemi

So, bet a million dollars on the rapper for the kiddies

I bet that million dollars automatically start to flipping

Ya'll just don't get it

Or you just merely

Suffer from idio-ha-ha syndrome

Oh, you know who can stop me, well, send them

Bet I send them running like a track contender

Thinking he could take my throne

I'll never let a stranger run up in my home

All off in my space and trying to read me like prone

That's like letting satan crawl up in my dome, homes

That doesn't make much sense to me

So, let me retain what sense could be like...