OnCue - Feel Tall lyrics

rate me

I'm cool with Katy Perry hooks in my cannabis verses

Long as yall open up your wallets and purses

Say you judge a man by the ones he converse with

Those are gods, we young kings, so we perfect

First they try to step on, then they try to jerk you

Watch me turn stephon from years of being urkel

Waiting in the wings, patience really is a virtue

Just because I sing, That's why you keep calling me commercial

Wait a minute aye, here I come Hollywood

I could probably go and set a f*ck, I probably should

Tryin to cop my mama a nice crib, I probably could

If I did it, but I swear I committed to the realness

We so close, can you tell we about to kill this

Plan the party now, call up Angela and Phyllis

Tell em I want strippers and balloons

cause cuey aint a quitter, we don't get this shit for...

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Fuck is it you want? yeah

It's been way too long, oh

lookin down on me

I dreamt about everything that I'm about to be, yeah

I finally feel tall, taller than you.

I finally feel tall, taller than you.

I love weed right, I ain't try see that

its some beer pong, I just want a real song

got me feelin tall like Shaquille with some heels on.

I'll be doing this til I'm dead and the pills gone.

Wait, I think it's bad time for you to say it

Give me my dues 'cause y'all know I paid it

Ten times over, sick of all you posers

thinking you cooler than me, what the fuck, you mike posner

Your girl coming over, way I hit the cho cha

Drunk in the club, at home, or she sober

Nah I'm just kidding, I really respect women

but there's one thing that I don't, it's your ma' fuckin opinion

Listen up, my team get the green, we 'bout to split it up

I see all the rocks and dirt you kicking up

'Bout to hit the town, yo, try and live it up

It's a blue moon tonight, I don't really give a fuck

Don't tell me that I can't change the world

You in it for the image, .or the chains, and the girls

Sorry you've been lied to, I'm in it for survival

Oh, you the dude that told me to go and rap like Plies do

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You can't veto this, usually on emo shit

flow sick chemo this, sipping on pino grig, with mindy who like indie shit. So we fuck to Brian Eno shit.

I'm like the third dick she sucked, not she ain't steal, bitch

So close yet so far, oh lord I'm like mozart before figaro I go hard

No odds, all you hater's try to clothes line me

Know your lifes over when the finally cosign me

Tell Jay, tell Yay, I could flow so grimy

I sing all my hooks yea this song so timely

I swear, when you down and out everybody hits you

I can't even make rent, is that more of a visual

We at war you bringing them pistols

I'm all thinking missiles

wanna put an end to my issues

I ain't gonna lie, I got a lot to live for

Can't wait to look back, laughing we were piss poor

Trying to get more, hopefully I'll be on

wishin this apple juice will turn into dom perignon

That I'm sipping, I never ever give it

cause I'm helping these kids with my writtens, I deserve a ribbon

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