Wax - Wax warms up the microphone in his studio lyrics
[Wax - Wax warms up the microphone in his studio lyrics]
Uncomfortably cold like twenty below
Check my old flows out, yes, they're chunky
I know i got a song called that
From somethin' somethin' ago
I keep my spirit's high and the fuckery low
The lap I run around you is
A lap of luxury although
To the sizzler buffet I used to hungrily go
With some tupperware in tow
Very hushedly though
You don't want me to grow, either do I
I'm a Toys R Us
Old folks finish that jingle
Sing it so boisterous
Oh, to be a kid again but
Then I'd be so wisdomless
There's always a catch
Said the optimistic fisherman
My brother got a way of
Makin' bass sound nice
You would think we was linked
With some type of device
Like the Chinese finger trap
I don't know why I just pictured that
Followed by the image of
Myself as an aristocrat
You can't tell me nothin'
I'm akin to Little Nas X
My methodology's the opposite
Of science projects
Me and Herbs used to drop it on the Fostex