Khary, Cloud Atrium - Insanity lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary, Cloud Atrium - Insanity lyrics]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Hand me my chopper right now
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Gi-gimmie' my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah)
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah! You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah (You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now
(You gon' make me do it)
(You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now (Yeah)
Uhhh, I'ma need my chopper
Uhhh, you gon' need a doctor
Yah, yah, make your block hot
I'ma dead em' all
If they askin' for a problem
(Yeah)
I got golden nuggets in my noggin
I been hittin' buckets like a leak, leak
Basic bitches, Sesame to street
I ain't losin' sleep, for a freak a leak
(Yeah)
Leaks out of me, asshole tendencies
Would you leave? Rest in peace, you deceased
Call the priest, call the morgue
Tag the feet
Draw the sheet, I'ma cremate the body
Blame the Xans, blame it on the Molly
Shorty like to party, she a carbon-copy
Used to cut em' off, now I get my shottie
Only hit 'em up for the sloppy-toppy
I get the feelin' you
Diggin' for gold, yeah
Yeah
You must be thinkin' I'm
Bringing you home, yeah
Yeah
You must be dealin' with niggas that don't
Got no love for their systems
I got a good model for women
And you gettin' no play
I hope you find someone that treats you
Like the piece of shit you are
(Are)
You took this too far
Now there's no going back
Sorry, not sorry, sorry not Khary
Got the wrong number, better call Maury
Babies not mine, I ain't fallin' for it
Learned from Michael Jackson
Thought I was in love
It was shootin' practice
Fuckin' on your mattress
See the patterns, starin' at the ceiling
Written on the walls
(Yeah)
I was in my feels, I was too involved
Through the hula hoop
For forbidden fruit loops
Stoop kid should've stayed on the stoop
Now these bitches make me load
The gun and shoot
I don't even like the use of the word
My defense mechanism wouldn't hurt
Used to get curved, now I do the curvin'
We're all just afraid to be vulnerable
Yes, I'm speakin' 'bout you bitches' here
(here)
If you get a minute
You can mind your business
Homie, he ain't even have the invitation
Now I do the tweetin', we can send locations
Fuck 'em, focus on the innovation
Livin' out the dreams
That I'm precipitating
If the system made you, see many agents
I can't run away, I just had to face it
Woah! (Had to face it) , shut the fuck up
That don't look like culture
I see blood suck
All these parasites and paradise, fucked up
Really, what you gonna do? What? What?
When you see me where I said I'd be
No it wasn't love, yeah, I'm smokin' kush
Yeah, I'm in the cut, yeah
I'm in the flesh
Don't you
(Yeah) get it fucked up (Don't
You get it fucked up)
Reality on me with these checks (Checks)
Gimme' my chopper, like, come correct
You haters contagious, no, I won't get sick
You keep that
(Yeah) talking, water on wrist (Wrist)
He at the club, but he ain't pay the rent
(Rent)
Said I was blind, nigga, I'm on some shit
(Shit, shit, shit)
This is the level, I blast
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I don't care who don't see the vision
(Vision)
But you will come proper right now
(Proper right now)
I know we all need some forgiveness
But I had to let off these rounds (Rounds)
I think we feel how we sound (Sound)
Communication get
I think we all feelin' down
Askin' the pain of the now (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Hand me my chopper right now
Fuck these bitches, these bitches
Gi-gimmie' my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah)
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now
Hell yeah (Yeah! You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah (You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now
(You gon' make me do it)
(You gon' make me do it)
Hell yeah
Gimmie' my chopper right now (Yeah)
Uhhh, I'ma need my chopper
Uhhh, you gon' need a doctor
Yah, yah, make your block hot
I'ma dead em' all
If they askin' for a problem
(Yeah)
I got golden nuggets in my noggin
I been hittin' buckets like a leak, leak
Basic bitches, Sesame to street
I ain't losin' sleep, for a freak a leak
(Yeah)
Leaks out of me, asshole tendencies
Would you leave? Rest in peace, you deceased
Call the priest, call the morgue
Tag the feet
Draw the sheet, I'ma cremate the body
Blame the Xans, blame it on the Molly
Shorty like to party, she a carbon-copy
Used to cut em' off, now I get my shottie
Only hit 'em up for the sloppy-toppy
I get the feelin' you
Diggin' for gold, yeah
Yeah
You must be thinkin' I'm
Bringing you home, yeah
Yeah
You must be dealin' with niggas that don't
Got no love for their systems
I got a good model for women
And you gettin' no play
I hope you find someone that treats you
Like the piece of shit you are
(Are)
You took this too far
Now there's no going back
Sorry, not sorry, sorry not Khary
Got the wrong number, better call Maury
Babies not mine, I ain't fallin' for it
Learned from Michael Jackson
Thought I was in love
It was shootin' practice
Fuckin' on your mattress
See the patterns, starin' at the ceiling
Written on the walls
(Yeah)
I was in my feels, I was too involved
Through the hula hoop
For forbidden fruit loops
Stoop kid should've stayed on the stoop
Now these bitches make me load
The gun and shoot
I don't even like the use of the word
My defense mechanism wouldn't hurt
Used to get curved, now I do the curvin'
We're all just afraid to be vulnerable
Yes, I'm speakin' 'bout you bitches' here
(here)
If you get a minute
You can mind your business
Homie, he ain't even have the invitation
Now I do the tweetin', we can send locations
Fuck 'em, focus on the innovation
Livin' out the dreams
That I'm precipitating
If the system made you, see many agents
I can't run away, I just had to face it
Woah! (Had to face it) , shut the fuck up
That don't look like culture
I see blood suck
All these parasites and paradise, fucked up
Really, what you gonna do? What? What?
When you see me where I said I'd be
No it wasn't love, yeah, I'm smokin' kush
Yeah, I'm in the cut, yeah
I'm in the flesh
Don't you
(Yeah) get it fucked up (Don't
You get it fucked up)
Reality on me with these checks (Checks)
Gimme' my chopper, like, come correct
You haters contagious, no, I won't get sick
You keep that
(Yeah) talking, water on wrist (Wrist)
He at the club, but he ain't pay the rent
(Rent)
Said I was blind, nigga, I'm on some shit
(Shit, shit, shit)
This is the level, I blast
(Ooo, ooo, ooo)
I don't care who don't see the vision
(Vision)
But you will come proper right now
(Proper right now)
I know we all need some forgiveness
But I had to let off these rounds (Rounds)
I think we feel how we sound (Sound)
Communication get
I think we all feelin' down
Askin' the pain of the now (Yeah)