Specifics - Patience lyrics
[Specifics - Patience lyrics]
Milligram
With a pinch of Miami when it get windy whip
Sand
I wish I had a bit of brandy, but i'm sittin
Fleabitten with extreme grip and handspeed
Through the portals to the world outside and
The mere mortals
Damn I hear cries and a cheer choralized
Girls shout high, stoned I bet check yep
Holiday holla dames echo a block away
I gotta say
Yall the city caught a a solid gale
Shot the copper shade in thermometer to the
Top of scale
Bought a case? pissed I didn't in a way, took
A walk a minute, sniffed vodka scented
And a lotta babes but the principle is this
I ain't givin no flow
To any bitch to only get me in a door
Get it?
Gimme VIP or I forget it in a second the
Decision is to go catch wreck within my
Kitchen
If I could get to tomarrow no cess, yo I'll
Represent for the dollars (stay patient)
For my moms and my father no stress, yo we
Got a shot, lets not squander it
(and i never deal with hesitation) alone
With the fridge and the phone, don't you
Even think of ringin for the king of trolls
Flingin insults out the out the
Window at the top of my lungs
And once committed to just sit and be bitter
You often stuck when it's poppin off nuts
Kid i shut and lock this
In the dungeon drop hit's in the hundreds
Aw shit, yeah i spit there every diss, swear
And throw fit
Where it get aired, just to get my dick blown
In any zip code in mid air
And kiss bimbos, and free shit Yojimbos
And sweet kicks
Color coded by the week this is my time
From rhyme, some fuckin' time I'll see
Sunshine while you all sleep
On the other side of this one giant
Balls of piss and won't need a day off
All of this
When we play golf wednesdays, to club, fly
Next chase summer always when we call it
Quit's fuck long weekends
I repeat by the time you read this
I will be at the highest peak
Sweet revenge, my friend, i get ta reap the
Feast we seeded while you where sleepin in
And i'm a my cake then, and eat then
Regulate gray hairs with Grecian for men
Rogaine, Propecia, heaps of viagra, seniors
Getting pregnant, that shit is gangsta