Lunar C, Burgundy Blood - MOAMS lyrics
[Lunar C, Burgundy Blood - MOAMS lyrics]
Yo (They said I'd never be shit)
Lunar C (Ya) yo (Burgundy Blood)
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles
I might go sit on my own
Light up a spliff of this weed
Spend most of my time on my sofa
Writing and listening to beats
Got models and video hoes
Gagging like they're bulimic
A lot of them bitches sniff coke
Most of them bitches don't eat
Spare me the small talk
I'm tryna count this money out
You're talking about a bunch of shit that
I don't give a fuck about
They said I wouldn't be underground
If I dumb it down
So I only rap about weed, money and pussy now
And I still ain't got no MOBO yet
No one told me making it
Was such a slow process
I'm not rapping now or singing
I'm just so tone deaf
But, you ain't on my level though
Your flow dodo dead
Doodoo bread, think I got a screw loose? Yes
Fucked in the head
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
I'm mad ignorant
To any younger fan listening
Don't ever try and be like me
I'm a bad influence paid my dues
Had to take time and I studied it
These dudes are up here doing stagedives
They can't fucking spit
They say I'm on some other shit
Just had a meeting and asked my team
"Do you wanna just scrape by
Or get fucking rich?"
They told me I'm a genius
Sex-pest, fulfilling my groupies fantasies
I'm known for giving fans diseases
Come this far and I've got no reason to stop
'Bout to go back to my school
And kill all my teachers because
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles
The apple headed
I like my blood grapes squeezed
At the dinner table i'm looking good
I've got the yellow coloured Lederhosen
That shit ain't artificial, brush suede
Hand chosen i'm still rollerblading
You're still shoelace gazing
I'm selling bootleg tapes from
Your uncle's basement
My head was messed up but
Now it's clean and hoovered
I went to and got my roots manoeuvred
My raps strangle ya, wear black wranglers
And paddle in the shallow end
That's my whole scandolous
Arrangement, named and shamed
I shoot aimless and claim to be ahead of the
Game but I'm a lane
Still I'm dressed for the occasion
Swigging from the bottle
With the and the waddle
In the diamond I get walked all on
I'm unable to defend myself
I zip it up and lend myself
And try not to bend myself
Over backwards when practicing rappers
I snack on some and chat 'cause I'm like that
I did my rap, just for you
Rip up the chorus and check it 1, 2
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles
Lunar C (Ya) yo (Burgundy Blood)
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles
I might go sit on my own
Light up a spliff of this weed
Spend most of my time on my sofa
Writing and listening to beats
Got models and video hoes
Gagging like they're bulimic
A lot of them bitches sniff coke
Most of them bitches don't eat
Spare me the small talk
I'm tryna count this money out
You're talking about a bunch of shit that
I don't give a fuck about
They said I wouldn't be underground
If I dumb it down
So I only rap about weed, money and pussy now
And I still ain't got no MOBO yet
No one told me making it
Was such a slow process
I'm not rapping now or singing
I'm just so tone deaf
But, you ain't on my level though
Your flow dodo dead
Doodoo bread, think I got a screw loose? Yes
Fucked in the head
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
I'm mad ignorant
To any younger fan listening
Don't ever try and be like me
I'm a bad influence paid my dues
Had to take time and I studied it
These dudes are up here doing stagedives
They can't fucking spit
They say I'm on some other shit
Just had a meeting and asked my team
"Do you wanna just scrape by
Or get fucking rich?"
They told me I'm a genius
Sex-pest, fulfilling my groupies fantasies
I'm known for giving fans diseases
Come this far and I've got no reason to stop
'Bout to go back to my school
And kill all my teachers because
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles
The apple headed
I like my blood grapes squeezed
At the dinner table i'm looking good
I've got the yellow coloured Lederhosen
That shit ain't artificial, brush suede
Hand chosen i'm still rollerblading
You're still shoelace gazing
I'm selling bootleg tapes from
Your uncle's basement
My head was messed up but
Now it's clean and hoovered
I went to and got my roots manoeuvred
My raps strangle ya, wear black wranglers
And paddle in the shallow end
That's my whole scandolous
Arrangement, named and shamed
I shoot aimless and claim to be ahead of the
Game but I'm a lane
Still I'm dressed for the occasion
Swigging from the bottle
With the and the waddle
In the diamond I get walked all on
I'm unable to defend myself
I zip it up and lend myself
And try not to bend myself
Over backwards when practicing rappers
I snack on some and chat 'cause I'm like that
I did my rap, just for you
Rip up the chorus and check it 1, 2
They said I'd never be shit as a child
Bitch who's an idiot now?
Been doing this for a while
Man of a million styles
Just when they figured it out
I'm flipping and switching it round
I never fit in a crowd
Man of a million styles