Busdriver - ​to top the divorcees list of baroness Nica lyrics

Things why do, why do you do these things
Why do you do these things why do you rush
Bang

Tell my baby mama
I'm Salvador Dali Dalai Lama Ali Baba
Styling on the wah-wah
Wilding with his blah-blah
Sliding skulls of trauma
To the verse to the genius of this raga
See I was at the gahba
Tossing hot potatoes to the halos of OGs
Like a never ending saga
My niggeros from Figaro made
Me feel like Rwanda
But, I was pretty spooked when
The suit's gave me
Like I was in the Weathermen
Neverland branch
Never understood the clever man
That never can dance


But rap made thirty mil
We ain't thirsty still
Tell my baby mom I'm gonna dead
It as a mercy kill

Why do you do these things
Why do you do these things
Why do, why do you do these things
Why do you do these things why do you rush

Tell my baby mother
I think a lot to sink your shot at the buzzer
My hood's chief crop was rubber
While you sip hot tea
I'm at the top refine the nut jumper
My ball handling takes me
From suspect to target
My size alone says that I'm
A roughneck at car theft
But look you can't dribble through
The eye of a giant
Through the climate science without love

Why do you do these things
Why do, why do you do these things
Why do you do these things why do you rush