MellowHype - Bars lyrics

[MellowHype - Bars lyrics]

What is life I flip a coin, cops on my tail
Girl on my head this shit annoying
At least it ain't borin', atleast
I live in California, where it ain't stormy
At least I ain't hungry or
In pain unless I'm recordin'
I'm who they open the door
For and tip the doorman
Behind the door man this whore is
Foreign and trust is swarmin'
The sun is proud and warmer
Than burning houses with dorner
He was in a room on
The computer watching pornas
Feds were pressing their sales like
They had something on em'
A man against the world the
World belongs to no woman
How some are leading by
Examples criticized by assumptions
I cut out her face and
Put fires inside the pumpkin

The idea of me is great
The result of me otherwise
Opposing losing options
I'd rather choose than decide
Get high and take a ride wake
Up on the other side
Mary Janes who I rely on when
She text me I reply
Metallica royalty luck out on ACDC
Killing em' hardcore for what
They say discreetly
Fucking with me is like diving in
A pool with concrete feet
Hodgy don't have a mistress for
The fact he mistreet beats
Who gave a fuck about us before
We were the golf wang in odd we trust
Nigga fuck wit the golf wang
A knots will bust when the wolf on the bus
Howls the spots freed up
Attempt to make me again you can't bot me up
She be shaving my points like
What a Mac 3 does blowin' Marijuana fast
Lightin up the pre-dub
In the back of the truck three 15'' subs

Ain't no point in lying
Either way we're dying
Why not don't catch me
Flying over instruments
And hanging to this drawing
I'm down to hang out and
Take yo bitch hang-gliding
She hang on my dick since
Everything i say is rotten

You could be wrong but be about it
Do ya Pilates and she in a thong
And commonly she tryna surprise me
Leave me alone but when I call
Be sure that you got me
Let's call the shots from the house
I play the field you can't stop me
In the back when i make a
Couple mill i'm in shotty
Hodgy chasing them dolla bills you know
The feel if you got it
Prolly skatin on rollin wheels and
Conditioning for the hotties
Im in the lead fighting for a Vince Lombardi
Bitch a ring i shot a sling local bodega
With these chicken say names and
These niggas play sega
I see you testing beta
Tryna recover some data
I know you want what you peep neighbor
HATER! We the coaches and the playas still
These niggas try to play us
You can't approach us and invade us
Little homie get your weight up
Hold up, wait up my nigga turn the bass up
I drink more then an A-cup
And whatever the fucks in a cup good Day
I'm bout to roll a J and
This is how I'ma stay today
Until the day my organs decay
Karmas a bitch I make her
Cum and scream my name
So I'm gettin this money then
I'ma dip and break away
Rollin spliffs and then honey I
Need another cold drank, smoke dank
Don't run up on me with your finer swank
Got a goon that'll shoot blank point
But never shoot blanks
I'm a bastard for what I know
I'm from a sperm bank
And the Porsche was right around
The corner like third base
Then we home she grab her purse
Where she carry her mace kiss me on my head
Tell me outside's a cold place
Nigga I've been on my rap since eight
And I ain't gon stop till
Hodgy one of the greats
No charities as my chariot await's
Smoke till my voice is carryin the bass
Nigga, Mellowhype, let the work show

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