Spose, Cam Groves - Plate Tectonics lyrics
[Spose, Cam Groves - Plate Tectonics lyrics]
Motivation, yeah uh peter sparks it's P Dank
We Smoked It All 2
Uh, uh! And maybe you feel the same
I would rather be Nathaniel
Hawthorne than Lil' Wayne
Either way I'll be that next one, no question
I got no time for champagne or a chest bump
Son the world we're livin' in
Is quite depressin'
Cause my daughter's only two and
She's talking about texting
And I'll be stressin' when
She's thinking about sexin'
Socks off, beer gut
On the couch watchin' wrestlin'
And these times are darker than coal mines
All the countries got beef
Like imported bovine
"This way to Armageddon" read the road signs
But I got them cracking up
I'm on this to a fault line i promise
No fibs when the kid's on it runnin' with
It like a population running from a comet
You know who it is, C Dog on the bonnet
He who never moves slow like plate tectonics
In fact some cats might think I'm just a blur
A fictitious figure, tall tale of the 'Burbs
I'm moving so fast
You're sittin' on the curbs
I'm at a speed that these fleas never seen
So superb uh!
And youtube views up a couple mill
And that's sweet but Pete won't stop til
I'm known for skills with the quill
Dollar bills won't quell
That desire to build, I'm perspiring still
So I spew kung fu for you
And every bitch you wish you didn't hit
On the list of bitches ran through
I usually don't say bitch so much, I'm polite
But I grew up on rap music
And watching my parents fight bitch!
Bitch!
Uh, bitch p Dank that's all
We Smoked It All 2
Uh, uh! And maybe you feel the same
I would rather be Nathaniel
Hawthorne than Lil' Wayne
Either way I'll be that next one, no question
I got no time for champagne or a chest bump
Son the world we're livin' in
Is quite depressin'
Cause my daughter's only two and
She's talking about texting
And I'll be stressin' when
She's thinking about sexin'
Socks off, beer gut
On the couch watchin' wrestlin'
And these times are darker than coal mines
All the countries got beef
Like imported bovine
"This way to Armageddon" read the road signs
But I got them cracking up
I'm on this to a fault line i promise
No fibs when the kid's on it runnin' with
It like a population running from a comet
You know who it is, C Dog on the bonnet
He who never moves slow like plate tectonics
In fact some cats might think I'm just a blur
A fictitious figure, tall tale of the 'Burbs
I'm moving so fast
You're sittin' on the curbs
I'm at a speed that these fleas never seen
So superb uh!
And youtube views up a couple mill
And that's sweet but Pete won't stop til
I'm known for skills with the quill
Dollar bills won't quell
That desire to build, I'm perspiring still
So I spew kung fu for you
And every bitch you wish you didn't hit
On the list of bitches ran through
I usually don't say bitch so much, I'm polite
But I grew up on rap music
And watching my parents fight bitch!
Bitch!
Uh, bitch p Dank that's all