Jesse Howard - Troublemaker lyrics
[Jesse Howard - Troublemaker lyrics]
Now in my younger days I would sport a shag
I'd dim the hunger pains
Just to sort the tracks
Sit back coerce the tracks
Spliff grass proportion facts
Chit chat to tour the map
Flick ash proportion bags
Split gaps and thwarted class
With that afforded tabs
Floor the gas tour with cats
Escort it back to hoard the stash
Did work but more to pass did that
"decor" the past with cats in touring cabs
It's boarding fast no more to grasp
Spit raps in according fashion
Started out with bad approaches rapping bogus
Barking foul facts in focus now I'm
Loud on tracks eloped with
Topics where mental states toxic penciled
Waste face the world hypnotic
Aw shit these gullable faggots like sullen
Full fabricated tug
And pull raps that have this
Skull of full packets of grape drink
Colorful past wit's on hates brink
Have you even got some time
Believing talk from five or
More sources who's bullshit spills
More if it's hawked
From dry orafices applied more since
It's jive morphosis are
Choruses pried from more with
It's lies extorting shit
Get it straight get it? Straight
Can't take jokes? Fuck it let it play
Past I better look back at it
Latched but never hooked bad addict
Glad my lever pushed grabs at it
Its craps added
Fuck this shit luck is split
Past baggage fuck a hit
Rather spit tracks savage
Spit hazmat and crash lavish
Its flashbacks is slashed ravished
I grab a pen to get cynical
Minimal pivotal pinnacles
Back again to get digital
Stack amends shit gets pitiful
My head feels like a time bomb I'm ticked off
Shed feelings spite the shine
Gone kicks rocks
I could spit something how many
Stupid to believe it
Nim-wit's nothing sounds putrid
You concieve it
Bionic hearing like a bunny rabbit's
My phonics tearing mics
Funny habit's on wax or
Gigabytes tracks gunning to
Spin a plight it's patched in a mic
I'd dim the hunger pains
Just to sort the tracks
Sit back coerce the tracks
Spliff grass proportion facts
Chit chat to tour the map
Flick ash proportion bags
Split gaps and thwarted class
With that afforded tabs
Floor the gas tour with cats
Escort it back to hoard the stash
Did work but more to pass did that
"decor" the past with cats in touring cabs
It's boarding fast no more to grasp
Spit raps in according fashion
Started out with bad approaches rapping bogus
Barking foul facts in focus now I'm
Loud on tracks eloped with
Topics where mental states toxic penciled
Waste face the world hypnotic
Aw shit these gullable faggots like sullen
Full fabricated tug
And pull raps that have this
Skull of full packets of grape drink
Colorful past wit's on hates brink
Have you even got some time
Believing talk from five or
More sources who's bullshit spills
More if it's hawked
From dry orafices applied more since
It's jive morphosis are
Choruses pried from more with
It's lies extorting shit
Get it straight get it? Straight
Can't take jokes? Fuck it let it play
Past I better look back at it
Latched but never hooked bad addict
Glad my lever pushed grabs at it
Its craps added
Fuck this shit luck is split
Past baggage fuck a hit
Rather spit tracks savage
Spit hazmat and crash lavish
Its flashbacks is slashed ravished
I grab a pen to get cynical
Minimal pivotal pinnacles
Back again to get digital
Stack amends shit gets pitiful
My head feels like a time bomb I'm ticked off
Shed feelings spite the shine
Gone kicks rocks
I could spit something how many
Stupid to believe it
Nim-wit's nothing sounds putrid
You concieve it
Bionic hearing like a bunny rabbit's
My phonics tearing mics
Funny habit's on wax or
Gigabytes tracks gunning to
Spin a plight it's patched in a mic