Spose, Dave Gutter - 11 Cents, Part 2 lyrics
[Spose, Dave Gutter - 11 Cents, Part 2 lyrics]
So pack my bags
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
Tell 'em
"What more can I say? I'll be on my way"
I'll be on my way said I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way, whoa, way
I'll be on my way
Let me take you way back
Way back before the present tense
I wanted to hit it
Like she's Kim and I'm Eminem
The way she talked
Plus her body looking heavensent
I think she'd be a dime if
A dime was worth eleven cents
I went to college, came home, I'm at my mom's
Hadn't spoken in months
But got a text from my boss
She's like, "Holy shit! We
Heard your first album, it's great!
And we're going to the strip club at eight
You tryna come?" i'm like, "yeah, man
" maybe roommate lap dance
Called Mike, George, said I couldn't blaze
I had plans fast forward, now I'm
I'm at the strip club with girls
My boss and her roommate
Flyest bitch in the world
There's chicks naked
But I'm focused on her roommate's features
She tells me she's a teacher
Then there's Biggie on the speakers
And she's rhyming every word
Spitting lyrics out her mouth
Then the next thing I know
We're making out, bro, i made it
You can pack my bags
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
Tell me
What more can I say? I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way i'll be on my way
I'll be on my way, whoa, way
I'll be on my way
Fast forward three months, now she's pregnant
Even more impressive than my first impression
Then my boss moves out
I'm in the room she rented
Now I'm making songs
Second album in the works
It's gon' be on, plus I'm 'bout to have a kid
It better rock, working sixty hour weeks
Shit, I might need another job
But peep the montage
Signing up for unemployment
New album arrives
U-Haul fills up, alopecia develops
A girl is born delivering a pizza
Settling content with a baby on my lap
Hands buying albums, signing autographs
She helped me put the second project
Out when I was unemployed
Now the single, bingo! On the radio
It's making noise
She's like a song without the vocals
She been instrumental
Kissed her 'cause tonight I got
A show in Sacramento
Better pack my bags
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
So what more can I say? I'll be on my way
Said I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way (whoa)
I'll be on my way (we out of here, baby)
Whoa (way, we out of here, baby)
I'll be on my
Everybody go buy the Jaw Gems album
Jawgemsbandcampcom it's called Heatweaver
And all these beats are from that album
And I made this album in four days
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
Tell 'em
"What more can I say? I'll be on my way"
I'll be on my way said I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way, whoa, way
I'll be on my way
Let me take you way back
Way back before the present tense
I wanted to hit it
Like she's Kim and I'm Eminem
The way she talked
Plus her body looking heavensent
I think she'd be a dime if
A dime was worth eleven cents
I went to college, came home, I'm at my mom's
Hadn't spoken in months
But got a text from my boss
She's like, "Holy shit! We
Heard your first album, it's great!
And we're going to the strip club at eight
You tryna come?" i'm like, "yeah, man
" maybe roommate lap dance
Called Mike, George, said I couldn't blaze
I had plans fast forward, now I'm
I'm at the strip club with girls
My boss and her roommate
Flyest bitch in the world
There's chicks naked
But I'm focused on her roommate's features
She tells me she's a teacher
Then there's Biggie on the speakers
And she's rhyming every word
Spitting lyrics out her mouth
Then the next thing I know
We're making out, bro, i made it
You can pack my bags
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
Tell me
What more can I say? I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way i'll be on my way
I'll be on my way, whoa, way
I'll be on my way
Fast forward three months, now she's pregnant
Even more impressive than my first impression
Then my boss moves out
I'm in the room she rented
Now I'm making songs
Second album in the works
It's gon' be on, plus I'm 'bout to have a kid
It better rock, working sixty hour weeks
Shit, I might need another job
But peep the montage
Signing up for unemployment
New album arrives
U-Haul fills up, alopecia develops
A girl is born delivering a pizza
Settling content with a baby on my lap
Hands buying albums, signing autographs
She helped me put the second project
Out when I was unemployed
Now the single, bingo! On the radio
It's making noise
She's like a song without the vocals
She been instrumental
Kissed her 'cause tonight I got
A show in Sacramento
Better pack my bags
Put your hands in your pockets
For the very last time, everybody
Get my tank filled up, my work here's done
So what more can I say? I'll be on my way
Said I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way (whoa)
I'll be on my way (we out of here, baby)
Whoa (way, we out of here, baby)
I'll be on my
Everybody go buy the Jaw Gems album
Jawgemsbandcampcom it's called Heatweaver
And all these beats are from that album
And I made this album in four days