PHASE N' RHYTHM - Swollen Pockets lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Swollen Pockets, inflation of pocksectomy

Caught from constant sweatin' of me which I fought

with anti-perspirant

A total loss, cuz it only works when

sweat is physical not mental

And when its mental potential disorder

Like H20 = Water

it's sorta on the border of the Vapors

One day, chillin' at Green Acres

Me and the fellas just cruisin' through

Sound system blastin' as usual

I saw this chick, she was legit, she was wit'

The Pillsbury Dough Boy, I mean her boyfriend

She played him like a marshmellow

when she said, "Oh gosh! There go Phase!"

and rushed me like a quarterback

Asked me for my autograph, I laughed

Pulled out my pen, asked her where she wanted it

She lifted up her shirt and said "Write it on my stomach"

Swollen Pockets...

[Verse 2]

How can I make a livin'?

Sellin' drugs, performin' at clubs

Or makin' license plates in prison?

I chose b) see? So now I'm good to G-O

Where's the brother with my dough?

He tried to snow me in a sum of Miami

He d-e-efinitely gets a eye jammy, word to Granny

I speak the truth, ask Dr. Ruth

Westheimer, unless you're kinda

funny, honey, speak to a comedian

cuz you're disobedient

I'm on a F-Train, or you might see me in a Blazer

with Phase written on the side and

slippin' and slidin' in sauce

Writing with force

Rhythm take control, it's yours

Swollen Pockets...

[Verse 3]

You sniff and sneeze and cough

And [?] medicine

Tylenol, Excederin

Dristan and Buffrin, didn't do nothin'

I'm still suffering

I'm not a star, cuz stars seem to fall

Like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar I stand tall

And high, but keep a low pro'

I'm not a baker, but I still roll the dough

I'm solo, single, I like to mingle

Pockets bulked like Hulk, played by Lou Ferrigno

I'm sick of this, it's gettin' quite ridiculous

You're sweatin' me, gettin' me steamed, makin' it seem

like I'm arrogant, conceited and obnoxious

It's not my fault, it's the result of Swollen Pockets...