Woo, go Kojaque
Welcome, welcome, welcome (Woo)
Aye, it's good to see you brother what's going on?
Betty, how's the elbow?
It's the jiggy Jack and Jar on the beats
I'll answer all questions at the end, just be patient
But for now...
Hey, how about you shut up and let me speak?
Summer days, some'd raise the brash thought
To pack away these similes and set a light
Then blast off
The past taught me one or two points of interest 'bout myself
What I like best about myself is I detest my fuckin' self
Most days I can't find the energy to dress my fuckin' self
Yet somehow in this mess of self-indulgent petty hatred
I can still pick up a mic and rock a crowd and make 'em ape-shit
Still put pen to pad and draw the times when we were naked
With a crumpled pack of twenty johnnies empty by the waste bin
Now you're just a memory I text when I get wasted
Keep your number in my mind but man I really should erase it
I really should erase it
My trembling fingers trace the outline of your body on the bed sheets
Try to think of how our voices sounded back when we were friendly
Wonder if you still got that freckle on your left cheek
Nothin' like a dry summer for some wet dreams. but.
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it
'Cause this the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee in my bonnet
See, I thought this was the chemist
Got stomach pains in my wallet like
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it
'Cause this the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee in my bonnet
See, I thought this was the chemist
Got stomach pains in my wallet
I'm a moody bitch with the pen I only write when the mood's right
Leave the ink drying by the fire and the moonlight
Marshmallow roastin' off the carcass of two guys
That stepped to me as if I wouldn't
Eat 'em like ShoeNice
This is love and braggadocio
That shit that you can't get over, I'll roast you over the toaster
I'll butter ya 'til I'm ready to eat ya, then I'll ghost ya
It's all snacks to me, get my five a day in a moment
No wonder they all leave by the mornin'
No wonder they all leave by the mornin'
I sent a demo to the label but they said they couldn't spin it
Told me not to hold my breath they're tryna label me a gimmick
Don't let me catch you creepin' while I'm rollin' in the Civic
I'll afford a one to ten, been behind the bars for a minute like
See I could love myself, I'm just not there yet
They still make me rock a hairnet at the deli in fairness
Life is ignorance I'm only spreadin' awareness
If the cheque don't bounce, the music will and I swear it like
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it
'Cause this the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee in my bonnet
See, I thought this was the chemist, got stomach pains in my wallet like
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it
'Cause this the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee in my bonnet
See, I thought this was the chemist, got stomach pains in my wallet like
I'm 'bout to take it all if I want it (hiccup)
'Cause it's the Emerald Isle's answer to The Chronic
Hit the haberdashery, bumblebee in my bonnet
See, I thought-
You're fuckin shit man get off the stage
Nah fuck you man, you come up here and do a better job
I fuckin will man you're fuckin shite...
Are they chinos? Do you know what year this is two thousand and fuckin...
They're not fuckin chinos they're comfortable slacks
Nah fuck you you muscle bound, roid head
Fuckin skinny cunt
This is all lean physique this is functioning muscle...
Get off the fuckin stage
Fuck you and your ma
That's not my fuckin ma
That's your girlfriend? Get a DNA test yous could be related, you're both rotten
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