P.O.S. - Wearing a Bear lyrics
[P.O.S. - Wearing a Bear lyrics]
Ya ya ya yeah brrrrrrrrr
If that’s P let me hear you say uuuuuuuuuh
Hahahaaaaaaaa alright alright uh, Lazerbeak
Hot dog! yeah! Ay!
Beak beat, street sweep, spring clean
Beat feet, run and do the next thing
Dead of wintering
Talking to these mutant teens, splintering
Making sure the foot won’t win again
Default fine, everything’s cool
The demeanor of a bomb pop
Chilling in a pool with a bomb pop
Dripping on these four finger jewels
I don’t give a fuck
Least about the shit that’s buggin you eh
Watch the news and then realizing I do
And theorizing about who
Exactly do I gotta kill
Just jokes y’all, I pacifist my anarchist
National distraction tryna break my will
Got me strollin in the infinite
Fear of getting into it #blacklives
Some of y’all indifferent
Some of y’all don’t give a shit
Some of y’all don’t fuck with it
Some of y’all thought racism was over
Cause the President was black
Smack dab in the middle of
The smack and dabs renaissance
In the lab tryna change the ambiance
Or ambiance keep the ambulance handy
Peep the battle stance champ
Your boy ain’t candy
But uh, you got some skittle up my tiger mit
In the spot wearing a bear, I am Revenant
Punch it in your Googler
Check Merriam Webster
Imma hit the road tryna hang
With Tiny Professor and
Hardr And pull cards on these lame nards
Tryna catch a Garfield eat sleep great jorb
Looking like a fistfight
Smile like a brake light
Eyes all crumbly, words not fit right
Tryptamines, flipped the memes tryna
Split the plan hammer in the right
Hella snacks in the other hand
Trouble in the duffle sack
Menace in the trench
Couple struggles in the way back
Running from the lynch man, handle that
Cataracts peeled, 20 20 future
Yeah, yeah, scalpel, suture
New guts locked in potter in the abdomen
Thanks for the spot homie lifting
Up the map again cat scratch feverish
Seven year itchy with a bag full of bull
Feeling ding dong ditchy
Couple dollars and a full tank shifty
Manoush Zomorodi and roman mars is with me
Yeah, whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up ahh
Fifth gearin, Flip fisting the
Ok ok wait wait wait wait i got this
Yeah, Whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up
Cup holder full of warm flat soda
But the passenger is ice
Cold pushing down pressure
When I die I’ll get a hashtag
Ain’t shit better ahh
#RIPPOS
If that’s P let me hear you say uuuuuuuuuh
Hahahaaaaaaaa alright alright uh, Lazerbeak
Hot dog! yeah! Ay!
Beak beat, street sweep, spring clean
Beat feet, run and do the next thing
Dead of wintering
Talking to these mutant teens, splintering
Making sure the foot won’t win again
Default fine, everything’s cool
The demeanor of a bomb pop
Chilling in a pool with a bomb pop
Dripping on these four finger jewels
I don’t give a fuck
Least about the shit that’s buggin you eh
Watch the news and then realizing I do
And theorizing about who
Exactly do I gotta kill
Just jokes y’all, I pacifist my anarchist
National distraction tryna break my will
Got me strollin in the infinite
Fear of getting into it #blacklives
Some of y’all indifferent
Some of y’all don’t give a shit
Some of y’all don’t fuck with it
Some of y’all thought racism was over
Cause the President was black
Smack dab in the middle of
The smack and dabs renaissance
In the lab tryna change the ambiance
Or ambiance keep the ambulance handy
Peep the battle stance champ
Your boy ain’t candy
But uh, you got some skittle up my tiger mit
In the spot wearing a bear, I am Revenant
Punch it in your Googler
Check Merriam Webster
Imma hit the road tryna hang
With Tiny Professor and
Hardr And pull cards on these lame nards
Tryna catch a Garfield eat sleep great jorb
Looking like a fistfight
Smile like a brake light
Eyes all crumbly, words not fit right
Tryptamines, flipped the memes tryna
Split the plan hammer in the right
Hella snacks in the other hand
Trouble in the duffle sack
Menace in the trench
Couple struggles in the way back
Running from the lynch man, handle that
Cataracts peeled, 20 20 future
Yeah, yeah, scalpel, suture
New guts locked in potter in the abdomen
Thanks for the spot homie lifting
Up the map again cat scratch feverish
Seven year itchy with a bag full of bull
Feeling ding dong ditchy
Couple dollars and a full tank shifty
Manoush Zomorodi and roman mars is with me
Yeah, whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up ahh
Fifth gearin, Flip fisting the
Ok ok wait wait wait wait i got this
Yeah, Whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up
Cup holder full of warm flat soda
But the passenger is ice
Cold pushing down pressure
When I die I’ll get a hashtag
Ain’t shit better ahh
#RIPPOS