Deltona, at the basketball court
I ask for support, flipside, they answer with war
I'm a man with the force, a star when I plan to record
Outstanding awards, these bars hit like xannies, of course
Hand me a sword, I'm sharp like titanium forks
They're slamming the door, won't knock, I'll just walk in, of course
We're both thin poor, but when it comes to bars, what are you in for?
I'm tighter than your shorty working out in gym shorts, leg day
Back at UCF, live at The Edge days
Xbox 360, getting stoned while playing Dead Space
Yanellie said she's throwing a party, but writing essays
I'm drunk, but I might call her tomorrow if the head straight
Her man can divorce, financial support, lose the ring
'Cause your hand is contorted, throw sand at the boy, who you think
Creeping back in the shadows, I actually battle
Anyone seeming like they would tattle, repacking the cattle, it ain't beef though
Deprivation is unmistakable, who's caught in the matrix
The army of agents unmistakably armed and abrasive
I'm calm but impatient, hit the brakes in the car and evasive
Alarming temptation, almost like the 5 heartbeats is racing
Don't call me an angel, just a fan watching God vs. Satan
But got caught in stands, understand, I am awfully enabled
I brought to the table all demands, this part of the nature
A star here and able, oh, you're mad, right
Keep the happiness loaded, I'm shooting, no stress
Make sure you add a silencer, 'cause they listen for progress
Use your head or you'll be toe-tagged, he ran a 4-flat
If I slide, then you know it's to Will, just like a moped
Nobody's safe, I'm catching everyone out at base
Too claustrophobic, you didn't plan it, like you were out of space
Your body frozen, you caught a case, your soul was not at stake
Somebody sold it, now you're a slave, tell me how you're great
I'm too 100, like my wallet's not empty or something
Saving on these bills, I'm not trying to press Benjamin's buttons
Hate me in private, but you try to befriend me in public
Put the guns down, show me that you can win a scuffling
DaxTheRipper - Leg Day Lyrics
DaxTheRipper - Leg Day Lyrics
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Deltona, at the basketball court
I ask for support, flipside, they answer with war
I'm a man with the force, a star when I plan to record
Outstanding awards, these bars hit like xannies, of course
Hand me a sword, I'm sharp like titanium forks
They're slamming the door, won't knock, I'll just walk in, of course
We're both thin poor, but when it comes to bars, what are you in for?
I'm tighter than your shorty working out in gym shorts, leg day
Back at UCF, live at The Edge days
Xbox 360, getting stoned while playing Dead Space
Yanellie said she's throwing a party, but writing essays
I'm drunk, but I might call her tomorrow if the head straight
Her man can divorce, financial support, lose the ring
'Cause your hand is contorted, throw sand at the boy, who you think
Creeping back in the shadows, I actually battle
Anyone seeming like they would tattle, repacking the cattle, it ain't beef though
Deprivation is unmistakable, who's caught in the matrix
The army of agents unmistakably armed and abrasive
I'm calm but impatient, hit the brakes in the car and evasive
Alarming temptation, almost like the 5 heartbeats is racing
Don't call me an angel, just a fan watching God vs. Satan
But got caught in stands, understand, I am awfully enabled
I brought to the table all demands, this part of the nature
A star here and able, oh, you're mad, right
Keep the happiness loaded, I'm shooting, no stress
Make sure you add a silencer, 'cause they listen for progress
Use your head or you'll be toe-tagged, he ran a 4-flat
If I slide, then you know it's to Will, just like a moped
Nobody's safe, I'm catching everyone out at base
Too claustrophobic, you didn't plan it, like you were out of space
Your body frozen, you caught a case, your soul was not at stake
Somebody sold it, now you're a slave, tell me how you're great
I'm too 100, like my wallet's not empty or something
Saving on these bills, I'm not trying to press Benjamin's buttons
Hate me in private, but you try to befriend me in public
Put the guns down, show me that you can win a scuffling
I ask for support, flipside, they answer with war
I'm a man with the force, a star when I plan to record
Outstanding awards, these bars hit like xannies, of course
Hand me a sword, I'm sharp like titanium forks
They're slamming the door, won't knock, I'll just walk in, of course
We're both thin poor, but when it comes to bars, what are you in for?
I'm tighter than your shorty working out in gym shorts, leg day
Back at UCF, live at The Edge days
Xbox 360, getting stoned while playing Dead Space
Yanellie said she's throwing a party, but writing essays
I'm drunk, but I might call her tomorrow if the head straight
Her man can divorce, financial support, lose the ring
'Cause your hand is contorted, throw sand at the boy, who you think
Creeping back in the shadows, I actually battle
Anyone seeming like they would tattle, repacking the cattle, it ain't beef though
Deprivation is unmistakable, who's caught in the matrix
The army of agents unmistakably armed and abrasive
I'm calm but impatient, hit the brakes in the car and evasive
Alarming temptation, almost like the 5 heartbeats is racing
Don't call me an angel, just a fan watching God vs. Satan
But got caught in stands, understand, I am awfully enabled
I brought to the table all demands, this part of the nature
A star here and able, oh, you're mad, right
Keep the happiness loaded, I'm shooting, no stress
Make sure you add a silencer, 'cause they listen for progress
Use your head or you'll be toe-tagged, he ran a 4-flat
If I slide, then you know it's to Will, just like a moped
Nobody's safe, I'm catching everyone out at base
Too claustrophobic, you didn't plan it, like you were out of space
Your body frozen, you caught a case, your soul was not at stake
Somebody sold it, now you're a slave, tell me how you're great
I'm too 100, like my wallet's not empty or something
Saving on these bills, I'm not trying to press Benjamin's buttons
Hate me in private, but you try to befriend me in public
Put the guns down, show me that you can win a scuffling
Writer: Steven Rhone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid