Taco Hemingway - 22 tekst piosenki (lyrics)
[Taco Hemingway - 22 tekst piosenki lyrics]
Andy: I just didn't exepct the storm would
Last as long as it has
Oh i'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda
I'm a dude both Hutus and
Tutsis are not fond of
Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda
You're in a line-up doing lines
While I do the Conga
Want beef, burger flipper
Get devoured like food
I'm a retarded evil genius
Using powers for good
A sip of brew when I wake up
Then a Xanax at noon
I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit
Singing out of the blue
Means I sing in the rain
So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank
Sing it again when I was 17 I used to
Pour my seed down the drain
Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne
(My bad)
You'll never make it through the damn canal
See I'm the fucking Heisenberg
And you brats a Hal (Aha)
Your style is foul and a tad banal
I am a walking mystery
Call me a femme fatale (Oh)
The good and evil in me cancel out
A rough gentleman
I come into a damsel's mouth
I'm dangerous like sitting down
In Chris Hansen's house
The new thing on the radio
I'm throwing Lazlow out
I'm checking in, sipping gin
Plenty brew and plenty doubt
I gotta finish cause it's 22
I'm checking out i'm not a terrorist
Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention
I vomit with all the stuff
That you suckers mention yeah, yeah
Typical message: "no enough attention"
Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L
Hova and then some
Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights
I do not like your God's work
I'll go to hell with pride
Don't understand me
Not the motherfucking Mensa type?
Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's
Light end of fight
Go home, go home!
Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home
Go home, go home, Terrorist!
Go home you terrorist! Go home, home
Go home!
Last as long as it has
Oh i'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda
I'm a dude both Hutus and
Tutsis are not fond of
Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda
You're in a line-up doing lines
While I do the Conga
Want beef, burger flipper
Get devoured like food
I'm a retarded evil genius
Using powers for good
A sip of brew when I wake up
Then a Xanax at noon
I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit
Singing out of the blue
Means I sing in the rain
So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank
Sing it again when I was 17 I used to
Pour my seed down the drain
Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne
(My bad)
You'll never make it through the damn canal
See I'm the fucking Heisenberg
And you brats a Hal (Aha)
Your style is foul and a tad banal
I am a walking mystery
Call me a femme fatale (Oh)
The good and evil in me cancel out
A rough gentleman
I come into a damsel's mouth
I'm dangerous like sitting down
In Chris Hansen's house
The new thing on the radio
I'm throwing Lazlow out
I'm checking in, sipping gin
Plenty brew and plenty doubt
I gotta finish cause it's 22
I'm checking out i'm not a terrorist
Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention
I vomit with all the stuff
That you suckers mention yeah, yeah
Typical message: "no enough attention"
Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L
Hova and then some
Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights
I do not like your God's work
I'll go to hell with pride
Don't understand me
Not the motherfucking Mensa type?
Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's
Light end of fight
Go home, go home!
Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home
Go home, go home, Terrorist!
Go home you terrorist! Go home, home
Go home!