Oliver Francis - KAMABOKO lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - KAMABOKO lyrics]
You know what I mean?
Like, the average dude gotta go
Out and look for trouble
I be sitting around
Minding my own business and dude come up
"Hey, man, you're Dave Chapelle?"
Like, "Yeah, what's up, man?"
"Hey, I got twelve naked bitches
In a hot air balloon
You tryna roll with me?"
Crowd laughing
Check, check
Check it
Yo, I hit the jeweler, got some golds
I sold a lil' weed
But I could never sell my soul
And when I'm in LA
You find me out in lil' To'
Kamaboko in my ramen, I'ma
Need another bowl
Let's go
Yeah, probably roastin' a L
Probably laid up with lil' shawty
Watchin' Ghost in the Shell
Just a product of Bam
Margera and David Chappelle
Make the music in my heart
I give a fuck if it sell
Yeah, it's hard to be humble when
You pull up in a Gundam
This the shit that I would dream
About when I was younger
Now I'm dancing on the clouds and
They can't pull me under
It's a long way down, standin' on
The edge of summer, yo
Ayy
White Zinfandel on my wrist
Champagne with the chicken strips, lil'
Shawty my honey dip
Yuh
Spit the flame, bitch, I been ablaze, yeah
I got the sauce, some' like Chick-fil-A, ayy
The train cars appear empty
But they full of my ghosts
My head is littered with all of
These silly wishes and hopes
Stop a second, try to breathe a minute
Suitcase with travel size toothpaste
And demons in it
(Yo)
Yeah, I try to find the
Words but then I stumble
I choke
My head is littered with all of
These silly wishes and hopes
You can only help yourself
On some Disney shit, bitch, I should
Wreck it in my Ralph
Yo
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
I did it for some pussy and a O of dro
You find me at the crib
I'm just layin' low
Middle finger to the cops
While we blowin' smoke
Ayy
We bottle poppin' at the Wingstop
Eatin' lemon pepper, we're drinkin' Cîroc
These rappers cappin' and act like
This shit is cutthroat
But all I see a bunch of
Pussies through the blunt smoke
Uh
And you pussies don't want smoke, yuh
Saitama with the hands, bro
You gettin' knocked the fuck out
With only one blow
Pullin' up, Rolls Royce, suicide doors
Retros, Jordan 4's, and my neck froze
Stealin' flows
It's feelin' like Attack of the Clones
Just feelin' like Attack of the Clones
Stealin' flows, it's feelin' like
Attack of the Clones
Yo
Like, the average dude gotta go
Out and look for trouble
I be sitting around
Minding my own business and dude come up
"Hey, man, you're Dave Chapelle?"
Like, "Yeah, what's up, man?"
"Hey, I got twelve naked bitches
In a hot air balloon
You tryna roll with me?"
Crowd laughing
Check, check
Check it
Yo, I hit the jeweler, got some golds
I sold a lil' weed
But I could never sell my soul
And when I'm in LA
You find me out in lil' To'
Kamaboko in my ramen, I'ma
Need another bowl
Let's go
Yeah, probably roastin' a L
Probably laid up with lil' shawty
Watchin' Ghost in the Shell
Just a product of Bam
Margera and David Chappelle
Make the music in my heart
I give a fuck if it sell
Yeah, it's hard to be humble when
You pull up in a Gundam
This the shit that I would dream
About when I was younger
Now I'm dancing on the clouds and
They can't pull me under
It's a long way down, standin' on
The edge of summer, yo
Ayy
White Zinfandel on my wrist
Champagne with the chicken strips, lil'
Shawty my honey dip
Yuh
Spit the flame, bitch, I been ablaze, yeah
I got the sauce, some' like Chick-fil-A, ayy
The train cars appear empty
But they full of my ghosts
My head is littered with all of
These silly wishes and hopes
Stop a second, try to breathe a minute
Suitcase with travel size toothpaste
And demons in it
(Yo)
Yeah, I try to find the
Words but then I stumble
I choke
My head is littered with all of
These silly wishes and hopes
You can only help yourself
On some Disney shit, bitch, I should
Wreck it in my Ralph
Yo
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
I did it for some pussy and a O of dro
You find me at the crib
I'm just layin' low
Middle finger to the cops
While we blowin' smoke
Ayy
We bottle poppin' at the Wingstop
Eatin' lemon pepper, we're drinkin' Cîroc
These rappers cappin' and act like
This shit is cutthroat
But all I see a bunch of
Pussies through the blunt smoke
Uh
And you pussies don't want smoke, yuh
Saitama with the hands, bro
You gettin' knocked the fuck out
With only one blow
Pullin' up, Rolls Royce, suicide doors
Retros, Jordan 4's, and my neck froze
Stealin' flows
It's feelin' like Attack of the Clones
Just feelin' like Attack of the Clones
Stealin' flows, it's feelin' like
Attack of the Clones
Yo