Spose - Can't Get There From Here lyrics

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Everybody put your hands up right now and make some God damn noise

Heading for the stage, an ocean in place.

Get ready for the surprise, a miracle, sustained that may change the game

Make the music come to your plane, … check it out

With no rims on the whip and no collagen lips

I rip to the state of Maine with the hollege in …

I'm not Rick but I spit slick

I'm raving they making the fake them rappers who think they're singing my shit quick, quick, all aboard

From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins

With no indoor pluming moose by the bakers dozens

We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, rocking long johns, spat verses over purchased 30 racks of beers

Made peers laugh and cheer throw a hand up in the atmosphere

Cause everybody knows my name like the cast of Cheers

But they say I shouldn't rap from here, I made it finally

Puffed all kinda leaf, whacked rapper time to leave, rhyme sick lime disease pine tree skate rails

But mostly white trophy wives rock fake nails at bake sales

And all the haters say Spose are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine? You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, more delusional, please with the beats and retreat to the cubical

But you can't get there from here, you must of lost your mind

I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time

But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most … state

You can't be great, You can't get there from here.

I'm from where teenage moms and their babies dwell

Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills

Where the wives get beat and no one hears them yell

And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or ATL

We spend most times winning cause the coastline's scenic

But the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic.

Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it

On my debut I stay true to my coordinates

No, never recorded it, ask my subordinates

In fact when my weed had more seeds than tournaments

I'm going for the gold, as if that wasn't obvious

And stopping Spose, that's like trying to handcuff an octopus

Wake up every morning, wrote a new verse

Even if I wasn't winning I wasn't no loser

Look if you want to excel like huge shirts

Doesn't matter what your zip code is

Just do work

Are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?

You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, more delusional, please with the beats and retreat to the cubical

But you can't get there from here, you must of lost your mind

I mean those rhymes they were fine but the time

But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most … state

You can't be great, You can't get there from here.

You can't get down from hell without magical poof

I google mapped it I'm there maxim

I've seen them laughing, now I'm the main attraction

And when I die they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence

Steered off course, fuck your path I'm the captain,

Crunch time all day cereal with my actions

No need for lucky charms, just a better passion

To make it from where Frosted Flakes all too relaxin

Yeah fools, fools, use tricks on silly rabbits

Did it just for kicks when I started out rapping

And I grew up in Maine so they said it'll never happen

But we got the alphabet too and I'm nasty

…

Call me Spose, are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?

You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, more delusional, please with the beats and retreat to the cubical

But you can't get there from here, you must of lost your mind

I mean those rhymes they were fine but the time

But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most … state

You can't be great, You can't get there from here.

So they say, to my man Campaign, Ricky One, M4, and to the motherfuckin' educated advocated keep, keep on. To lab 7. Keep keep on.

Thanks to Kyle Maines for correcting these lyrics