Jakprogresso - To All a Goodnight lyrics
[Jakprogresso - To All a Goodnight lyrics]
I came home waitin' my man, I
Can't though, I got honest strength
When I wan to use it, but I used it today
And nothin' happened to
Me, nothing's gonna happen to me, I know
What I'm doin', , men have
Respect for my family, respect for my
Friends, respect for my children
Respect for my wife when
She walks the streets
For the sardines, yeah
Yo, what is it that I said on the net or blog
You creepy odd
Idiots shouldn't do diss tracks
On the wrong savant
I'll be inside or in store
What's the lip for?
Trust, you don't want spit from me
Like a bitch with a lip sore
You unimportant to the unimportant
I couldn't think as slow as you
If I did likе triple the junk you snorted
Paranoia's a bitch dudеs you dumb distorted
Dropping five albums a month
And none adore it go have fun recordin'
You that one abortion
That escaped the anaesthesia
Drugs and forceps all these kids
Fucking Normans
I'll run up in your fucking roach pads
And smash your mic rigs
Like a Grunge performance
I'll not give any free shine
I want nothing for this
Don't sit home and insult rap
You've done nothing for it (Boo)
Don't try to make me a martyr, I'm smarter
My mind darker my brain larger
Your art slur you must be lit off bottles
Like Dudley Morris Arthur (Uhh)
Surrounded by a bunch of
Bloodsucking, posy parkers
I never think about you like your pops
It's whack to me (Whack)
Your homo erotic ghost
Will get smoked happily
Next time, don't call me for fake daps
Chatter, G
I'll be having a cap with three eyes
Bugging like MacKimie? The art is sane
But the heart is crazy
Umbilical, turning blue at birth
Behold the Martian baby
If the track sold crack
Then have a sock full
I'm outside puffing indo clones
Out the rockwool steadman hands
Argento eye bars hit like a benzo high
Ten toes (woah) tellin' friends go die (Die)
Best go high mC's petrified (Huh?)
'Cause, I got the Bulldog like Fresno Pride
Can't though, I got honest strength
When I wan to use it, but I used it today
And nothin' happened to
Me, nothing's gonna happen to me, I know
What I'm doin', , men have
Respect for my family, respect for my
Friends, respect for my children
Respect for my wife when
She walks the streets
For the sardines, yeah
Yo, what is it that I said on the net or blog
You creepy odd
Idiots shouldn't do diss tracks
On the wrong savant
I'll be inside or in store
What's the lip for?
Trust, you don't want spit from me
Like a bitch with a lip sore
You unimportant to the unimportant
I couldn't think as slow as you
If I did likе triple the junk you snorted
Paranoia's a bitch dudеs you dumb distorted
Dropping five albums a month
And none adore it go have fun recordin'
You that one abortion
That escaped the anaesthesia
Drugs and forceps all these kids
Fucking Normans
I'll run up in your fucking roach pads
And smash your mic rigs
Like a Grunge performance
I'll not give any free shine
I want nothing for this
Don't sit home and insult rap
You've done nothing for it (Boo)
Don't try to make me a martyr, I'm smarter
My mind darker my brain larger
Your art slur you must be lit off bottles
Like Dudley Morris Arthur (Uhh)
Surrounded by a bunch of
Bloodsucking, posy parkers
I never think about you like your pops
It's whack to me (Whack)
Your homo erotic ghost
Will get smoked happily
Next time, don't call me for fake daps
Chatter, G
I'll be having a cap with three eyes
Bugging like MacKimie? The art is sane
But the heart is crazy
Umbilical, turning blue at birth
Behold the Martian baby
If the track sold crack
Then have a sock full
I'm outside puffing indo clones
Out the rockwool steadman hands
Argento eye bars hit like a benzo high
Ten toes (woah) tellin' friends go die (Die)
Best go high mC's petrified (Huh?)
'Cause, I got the Bulldog like Fresno Pride