Cal Scruby - Donnie Darko lyrics
[Cal Scruby - Donnie Darko lyrics]
Wake up wake up
(Hey) it's midnight
You know what that means yeah
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit down
Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy I'm still broke
(Broke)
Cross town like Yancy, I will though (O oh)
They say I'm in a spot they would kill for
I could put them in a
Wheel and they still won't (Nope)
I could prolly get a deal with Coke
If I wasn't rappin' 'bout the past
Back dealin' dope
Got the offer and it's real low
Over one mil' and it's still low
They all corporate, they all cute in suit's
They on bullshit, with all that poop to scoop
My shit goin' up, I go roof to roof
They don't like that
They want mute the truth
They gon' switch sides
They go group to group
They want shoot the shit
Ain't got shit to shoot
'Til I go crazy, go and get the Baby Shark
Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du damn
Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands
Couple John Doe come through
Like who's mans?
Blue ball now she blew it like two grams
Everyone I lose abused a few Xans
I'm right there on the edge of insanity
Overlookin' Vegas, overthinkin' my vanity
You been throwin' shade
I'm enjoying the canopy
Everybody dies so I live out a fantasy, yeah
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you need to sit the fuck down
I don't even even talk my shit
Now unless I got a reason
(Now I got a reason)
Everybody watchin' like Netflix got
A new season (Watch, watch)
I'ma get rich, hit the dealership
Get the new Benzo
Bottom line, 3: 16 like Stone Cold said so
They bury me alive I was dead broke
(Dead broke)
I've been livin' in a no flex zone
(Flex zone)
'Bout to make a move it's in escrow
(Escrow)
Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic
My pesto like presto (Like presto)
Off a little bean, that espresso
(That espresso) little bit of lean like I'm
Gettin' over chest cold
Got no chain, know I can't chill
8 Ball got me feelin' like eight mil'
Can't stay still
Can't feel off a pain kill'
Got the lil orange pill, not the DayQuil
They fake with it, they ain't real
They talk about bricks but they can't build
I'm Frank with it, I'm Jake Gyl'
I only sold gas, I'm Hank Hill
Tank filled with the propane
It's like a 10K grill, it's a throwaway
(Throwaway)
They never ask if I'm okay, I'm never okay
(Okay)
Everybody want a cut, it's a dry vocal (Dry)
I'm anti-love, antisocial
I'm bipolar, I'm bi-coastal
I might buy one and go postal (Bye bye)
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit the fuck down
Why are you wearing that stupid meth suit?
(Hey) it's midnight
You know what that means yeah
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit down
Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy I'm still broke
(Broke)
Cross town like Yancy, I will though (O oh)
They say I'm in a spot they would kill for
I could put them in a
Wheel and they still won't (Nope)
I could prolly get a deal with Coke
If I wasn't rappin' 'bout the past
Back dealin' dope
Got the offer and it's real low
Over one mil' and it's still low
They all corporate, they all cute in suit's
They on bullshit, with all that poop to scoop
My shit goin' up, I go roof to roof
They don't like that
They want mute the truth
They gon' switch sides
They go group to group
They want shoot the shit
Ain't got shit to shoot
'Til I go crazy, go and get the Baby Shark
Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du damn
Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands
Couple John Doe come through
Like who's mans?
Blue ball now she blew it like two grams
Everyone I lose abused a few Xans
I'm right there on the edge of insanity
Overlookin' Vegas, overthinkin' my vanity
You been throwin' shade
I'm enjoying the canopy
Everybody dies so I live out a fantasy, yeah
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you need to sit the fuck down
I don't even even talk my shit
Now unless I got a reason
(Now I got a reason)
Everybody watchin' like Netflix got
A new season (Watch, watch)
I'ma get rich, hit the dealership
Get the new Benzo
Bottom line, 3: 16 like Stone Cold said so
They bury me alive I was dead broke
(Dead broke)
I've been livin' in a no flex zone
(Flex zone)
'Bout to make a move it's in escrow
(Escrow)
Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic
My pesto like presto (Like presto)
Off a little bean, that espresso
(That espresso) little bit of lean like I'm
Gettin' over chest cold
Got no chain, know I can't chill
8 Ball got me feelin' like eight mil'
Can't stay still
Can't feel off a pain kill'
Got the lil orange pill, not the DayQuil
They fake with it, they ain't real
They talk about bricks but they can't build
I'm Frank with it, I'm Jake Gyl'
I only sold gas, I'm Hank Hill
Tank filled with the propane
It's like a 10K grill, it's a throwaway
(Throwaway)
They never ask if I'm okay, I'm never okay
(Okay)
Everybody want a cut, it's a dry vocal (Dry)
I'm anti-love, antisocial
I'm bipolar, I'm bi-coastal
I might buy one and go postal (Bye bye)
Can I talk my shit now (Talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (Fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show, hit a lick
Then I skip town (Then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down
(Make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit the fuck down
Why are you wearing that stupid meth suit?