Isaiah Rashad - Soliloquy lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - Soliloquy lyrics]
I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy
Couldn't hit the grind but making babies
I'm crazy smoking bouquet
Cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
Like a romance
Push a nigga buttons like a program
I been on the Jäger for a
Day girl watch me slow dance
Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
I got four white girls, all Aryan
I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em
It's a revolution
Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break
Let 'em fuck each other
I ain't your everyday normal brother
Porno lover
She savin' children by the low and guzzle
What is muscle?
And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan
Win you something
Immaculate, this scatter rapping
No passing my blunt
Don't you put me on freshman covers
I'm posing with lunch
Think they worthy of presence
Presently passing 'em up
No competing with bleachers jogging
I'm running amuck sweet Jesus
I fuck around and need a street sweeper
Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac
Follow me the cult is back
Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
Watching movies like, "Damn
That Vince Vaughn is a funny cat"
Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
Belly full of smog again
Ciggys just make me nauseous
Wonder how the fuck you let
A nigga make you cautious
But you jamming out to fucking
Marilyn and Ozzy shit
Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
Killer like your neighbour
I'm as nice as everybody seems
We just breaking bad and my
Brother serving Walter White
Hope he ain't caught with that
Possession like a poltergeist
Momma, where the Priests at? Why
We gotta lease that?
Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners
Ain't no forewarning came bombing
And I'm just Vietnam
If you gon' be trippin' like a
Bitch, you should be a mom, see the son
Couldn't hit the grind but making babies
I'm crazy smoking bouquet
Cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
Like a romance
Push a nigga buttons like a program
I been on the Jäger for a
Day girl watch me slow dance
Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
I got four white girls, all Aryan
I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em
It's a revolution
Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break
Let 'em fuck each other
I ain't your everyday normal brother
Porno lover
She savin' children by the low and guzzle
What is muscle?
And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan
Win you something
Immaculate, this scatter rapping
No passing my blunt
Don't you put me on freshman covers
I'm posing with lunch
Think they worthy of presence
Presently passing 'em up
No competing with bleachers jogging
I'm running amuck sweet Jesus
I fuck around and need a street sweeper
Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac
Follow me the cult is back
Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
Watching movies like, "Damn
That Vince Vaughn is a funny cat"
Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
Belly full of smog again
Ciggys just make me nauseous
Wonder how the fuck you let
A nigga make you cautious
But you jamming out to fucking
Marilyn and Ozzy shit
Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
Killer like your neighbour
I'm as nice as everybody seems
We just breaking bad and my
Brother serving Walter White
Hope he ain't caught with that
Possession like a poltergeist
Momma, where the Priests at? Why
We gotta lease that?
Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners
Ain't no forewarning came bombing
And I'm just Vietnam
If you gon' be trippin' like a
Bitch, you should be a mom, see the son