Chris Tylers, N.A.S.A., 4am - 2 On / Thoughtful lyrics
[Chris Tylers, N.A.S.A., 4am - 2 On / Thoughtful lyrics]
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
Uh, She tells me use no jimmies
'Cause this whip got her thinking kiddies
And kiddos always ask me where
I get my morals from but that shit's trouble
McDouble went up twenty cents
All I do is vent
Past tense a little less man
Drinking coffee like it's water
Lifting spirit's need a spotter
Caught her with her pants down
Guess we gotta mash now, ass out, PAT
Win a battle with a splash attack
She screamed 'OH!' Thundercats
Never check for a check, step left
'Cause they call me mister right
Swear you needed my bra
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
She told me 'I think I love you', square 1
On a treadmill running nowhere
Wants a little Wong that's fair
Need a Xanax
Tylers in the house only spitting facts
Freaking out like Mad Max
Love the game too much
Better use the restart
Want another quarter, high on this mushroom
That's a 1UP 'Cause, I can't fuck up now
'cause I fucked her up
So I give her a coat but not talking wool
'cause I'm done with girls who are
Shy and has her mouthful cT
I love to get 2, I love to get 2 on
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Abandon ship, pass your boys, and your bitch
Got that Smith & Wesson ink
See my pencils empty clips
These aren't even lines no more
More like a comic strip
On a comet in my closet
On a sonic shopping trip
And my shoes are from the future
The cardigan is fuchsia the
Ladies work at Hooters
The whip got ray fins like a barracuda
Fuck your bus
I ain't in a Benz I'm on a scooter
This is AB, and I'm breaking criteria
Sticking to your boys like
The flow is bacteria
Stick to your toys like pancakes and syrup
Sending them money like kids in Nigeria
I'm finally free, so get the bell out
I get dressed up
Even just to take the mail out
I sell out a quarter machine
No navy marine, but sailing on a boat
See me hop out of the spaceship
Prepare for invasion
Entering your brain, like linear equations
Armani, Pilate, every dinner order Cajun
Talking magic stuff like David Blaine
Was at my table nA$A!
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
Uh, She tells me use no jimmies
'Cause this whip got her thinking kiddies
And kiddos always ask me where
I get my morals from but that shit's trouble
McDouble went up twenty cents
All I do is vent
Past tense a little less man
Drinking coffee like it's water
Lifting spirit's need a spotter
Caught her with her pants down
Guess we gotta mash now, ass out, PAT
Win a battle with a splash attack
She screamed 'OH!' Thundercats
Never check for a check, step left
'Cause they call me mister right
Swear you needed my bra
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
She told me 'I think I love you', square 1
On a treadmill running nowhere
Wants a little Wong that's fair
Need a Xanax
Tylers in the house only spitting facts
Freaking out like Mad Max
Love the game too much
Better use the restart
Want another quarter, high on this mushroom
That's a 1UP 'Cause, I can't fuck up now
'cause I fucked her up
So I give her a coat but not talking wool
'cause I'm done with girls who are
Shy and has her mouthful cT
I love to get 2, I love to get 2 on
I love to get on, I love to get 2 on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Abandon ship, pass your boys, and your bitch
Got that Smith & Wesson ink
See my pencils empty clips
These aren't even lines no more
More like a comic strip
On a comet in my closet
On a sonic shopping trip
And my shoes are from the future
The cardigan is fuchsia the
Ladies work at Hooters
The whip got ray fins like a barracuda
Fuck your bus
I ain't in a Benz I'm on a scooter
This is AB, and I'm breaking criteria
Sticking to your boys like
The flow is bacteria
Stick to your toys like pancakes and syrup
Sending them money like kids in Nigeria
I'm finally free, so get the bell out
I get dressed up
Even just to take the mail out
I sell out a quarter machine
No navy marine, but sailing on a boat
See me hop out of the spaceship
Prepare for invasion
Entering your brain, like linear equations
Armani, Pilate, every dinner order Cajun
Talking magic stuff like David Blaine
Was at my table nA$A!