Spose, Cam Groves - It's Alright With Me lyrics
[Spose, Cam Groves - It's Alright With Me lyrics]
I'm the cold wind shuttering imposter rap
Marijauna, had lots of that
Skinny, but my blunts are fat
The Wells Maine rap god is back
And got it locked like a lobster trap
It's the s to the p-o-s-e
So broke can't afford no jet ski (nope)
Mix Jack Daniels with pepsi
'til you think my balls are sexy
Stir it up stir it up
Pack it up burn it up
That's alright with me wells, Maine baby
That's alright with me f-4 baby
That's alright with me
In 1997, the best rapper past away
Now there isn't much shaking but Cassius Clay
And Michael J, raps permanently fucked up
Like Tyson's face i'm here to isolate
The wound from the state
With the loon from the license plate
The rhymes been dope, they're twice as great
Wells, Maine life plain boring, nice, and gay
Rap in this place don't mix
Like mice and apes
Well rice ain't great but we work a lot
Then blow paychecks on purple pot
A loupole brings tear drops sinimally cops
Middle finger to the law me
And my circle Rock, like Chris
You never heard a hit rock like this
I'm from the era where the worms bite fish
Like butt sex I got tight shit
I'm drinking sygrum's gin it's mike mixed
Black belt kung fu mike gripped
If the etnies untied I might slip
But otherwise im better than these other guys
Who spit fibs and retrack tracks
Just to cover lies
I got my mother's eyes, and my father's brain
Blowing reefer out of a regal
In the state of Maine
If I rapped as much as I jerked off I'd
Have a pimped out Lexus with triple exhaust
(food stamp) hangovers, morning grunts
Stained clothes, endless blunts
4 am, I'm puking chunks
That's why this album took me ten months
If you hate my shit it's alright with me
You're just mad I made records
While you wasted weeks
Although your ears still thank me graciously
Although I don't move bricks like masonry
Wells, Maine remains the place to be
For real life rap you can ask me or Cam G
They say life's slow here but I can't leave
I wrote this and it ended up
In my room like brandy
Honest is something these rappers can't be
Candle apple lip balm on my t-i-p
Really though, who's dope besides me
Besides these guys, besides me?
I hope your fingers get HIV
From an IV caped with leprosy
I don't mean to be mean or obscene
But my dream is to gleam on the scene
Getting tress like rocheeps kareem
In the drive sippin' jim bean
Leaving semen on the jean
Somethin' 17 magazine lookin' ass woman
Name is Spose baby
Got it written on the stomach!
Marijauna, had lots of that
Skinny, but my blunts are fat
The Wells Maine rap god is back
And got it locked like a lobster trap
It's the s to the p-o-s-e
So broke can't afford no jet ski (nope)
Mix Jack Daniels with pepsi
'til you think my balls are sexy
Stir it up stir it up
Pack it up burn it up
That's alright with me wells, Maine baby
That's alright with me f-4 baby
That's alright with me
In 1997, the best rapper past away
Now there isn't much shaking but Cassius Clay
And Michael J, raps permanently fucked up
Like Tyson's face i'm here to isolate
The wound from the state
With the loon from the license plate
The rhymes been dope, they're twice as great
Wells, Maine life plain boring, nice, and gay
Rap in this place don't mix
Like mice and apes
Well rice ain't great but we work a lot
Then blow paychecks on purple pot
A loupole brings tear drops sinimally cops
Middle finger to the law me
And my circle Rock, like Chris
You never heard a hit rock like this
I'm from the era where the worms bite fish
Like butt sex I got tight shit
I'm drinking sygrum's gin it's mike mixed
Black belt kung fu mike gripped
If the etnies untied I might slip
But otherwise im better than these other guys
Who spit fibs and retrack tracks
Just to cover lies
I got my mother's eyes, and my father's brain
Blowing reefer out of a regal
In the state of Maine
If I rapped as much as I jerked off I'd
Have a pimped out Lexus with triple exhaust
(food stamp) hangovers, morning grunts
Stained clothes, endless blunts
4 am, I'm puking chunks
That's why this album took me ten months
If you hate my shit it's alright with me
You're just mad I made records
While you wasted weeks
Although your ears still thank me graciously
Although I don't move bricks like masonry
Wells, Maine remains the place to be
For real life rap you can ask me or Cam G
They say life's slow here but I can't leave
I wrote this and it ended up
In my room like brandy
Honest is something these rappers can't be
Candle apple lip balm on my t-i-p
Really though, who's dope besides me
Besides these guys, besides me?
I hope your fingers get HIV
From an IV caped with leprosy
I don't mean to be mean or obscene
But my dream is to gleam on the scene
Getting tress like rocheeps kareem
In the drive sippin' jim bean
Leaving semen on the jean
Somethin' 17 magazine lookin' ass woman
Name is Spose baby
Got it written on the stomach!