The Jet Age of Tomorrow, Jay Cue, Vince Staples - Lunchbox lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[The Jet Age of Tomorrow, Jay Cue, Vince Staples - Lunchbox lyrics]
Good morning, say hello to the asshole
I guess I must have smoked all
The crack that my dad sold
Epar boy ramshackin them fat hoes
I can't be taught shit
Showin the class closed, so closed case
So based, but so calm, I'm old Ma$e
Reason bitches get to heavy breathin
In a closed space
Fiendin for these lifelong dreams
Steam from old hate
And throwin Sprewells on a fuckin Acura TL
(uh) bitch we monster mobbin
Ignorant as Compton College graduates
You faggot bitches pay attention
Since my seven grade suspensions
I've been on some "Fuck religion!"
I believe in me, stackin money
Up, and fuckin bitches, who agrees?
Truthfully, you're bringin' out the Kill
Bill 2 in me dennis Hooper shoot a nigga
Welcome to my +Hoosier+ speech
Kill 'em when I'm spittin
You should bring a quart or two of bleach
Don't want to leave a messy
Scene cause presentation's everything
Play hard as gay baseballers
Haitian, large enough to shake Harlem
Red carpet stained from blood of my enemies
I treat em' like they Kennedys
Hope that you remember me swag
Treat you niggers like my dinner
Welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember
Then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're
In my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox
As my hunger grows in capacity
Citizens scatter rapidly
In front of and after me
But you can not be mad at me
Cause it would be a tragedy
To hear the blasphemy of saying
"This is not a masterpiece"
So please just, ease up
For you are surrounded by so many
Pyramids you think it's Egypt
So go ahead, step in our path
While we do a fuckin hundred with
Our foot on the gas, bitch
You lowly residents are merely
Just a pestilence so tell me what a peasant
Is compared to my excellence
Yeah, that's absolutely nada
You niggas couldn't kick it if
I started playin soccer
How you gon' stop a, nigga spittin lava
Over beat fatter than sumos
Eatin pasta with lobster?
Be careful if your mouth begins to pop
Murder won't be considered
I'll just drop you in the box
Treat you niggers like my dinner
Welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember
Then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're
In my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox
I guess I must have smoked all
The crack that my dad sold
Epar boy ramshackin them fat hoes
I can't be taught shit
Showin the class closed, so closed case
So based, but so calm, I'm old Ma$e
Reason bitches get to heavy breathin
In a closed space
Fiendin for these lifelong dreams
Steam from old hate
And throwin Sprewells on a fuckin Acura TL
(uh) bitch we monster mobbin
Ignorant as Compton College graduates
You faggot bitches pay attention
Since my seven grade suspensions
I've been on some "Fuck religion!"
I believe in me, stackin money
Up, and fuckin bitches, who agrees?
Truthfully, you're bringin' out the Kill
Bill 2 in me dennis Hooper shoot a nigga
Welcome to my +Hoosier+ speech
Kill 'em when I'm spittin
You should bring a quart or two of bleach
Don't want to leave a messy
Scene cause presentation's everything
Play hard as gay baseballers
Haitian, large enough to shake Harlem
Red carpet stained from blood of my enemies
I treat em' like they Kennedys
Hope that you remember me swag
Treat you niggers like my dinner
Welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember
Then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're
In my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox
As my hunger grows in capacity
Citizens scatter rapidly
In front of and after me
But you can not be mad at me
Cause it would be a tragedy
To hear the blasphemy of saying
"This is not a masterpiece"
So please just, ease up
For you are surrounded by so many
Pyramids you think it's Egypt
So go ahead, step in our path
While we do a fuckin hundred with
Our foot on the gas, bitch
You lowly residents are merely
Just a pestilence so tell me what a peasant
Is compared to my excellence
Yeah, that's absolutely nada
You niggas couldn't kick it if
I started playin soccer
How you gon' stop a, nigga spittin lava
Over beat fatter than sumos
Eatin pasta with lobster?
Be careful if your mouth begins to pop
Murder won't be considered
I'll just drop you in the box
Treat you niggers like my dinner
Welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember
Then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're
In my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox