I got that perpetual compulsive repetition of words
I make you feel like you're knocked down in the dirt
Hero dose of fungi, now I'm one with the earth
I had to go out of body just to see my worth (a lot)
Nobody wanna cross us, in line behind my chakras
Trying to go to Italy, drink wine, eat some pastas
I check myself, dot my I's, T's are crosses
Making my own way, but I trust the process
F*ck other rapper references, I got no preferences
Entering the rap game through all the cracks and crevices
Holy shit, dammit, bitch, I'm using all the expletives
I'm killing this, and I'm leaving evidence
I put my heart into this, I want y'all to feel this
I was selling fours like I work at a dealership
Now that I come around, y'all know I kill this shit
I'm fighting for a spot, the sword in stone I will equip
Goofy Groovy Gringo is back at it again (again)
I remember when I used to think I'd never win (win)
My uncle told me, if you can't do it, you can (you can)
Go out there and kick ass like your name is Jackie Chan
I'm stacking paper to the top, tell me why you're not
To all of my gorillas I love you a lot (a lot)
I don't give a damn, smoke a blunt walking down the block
Think of something clever, I pull out my phone and jot (oh shit)
'Fore you, step up in my house, take your shoes off
En La Casa De Houdini, we like to goof off
She got more ass than a number two stall
I go in a different room to take my shoes off
R.I.P. Mac Miller, Nipsey Hussle and the Flipper
If the waitress does a good job, then Imma tip her (extra)
Even if you piss me off, I will never jip ya (nope)
And every time I dip off to the studio, I miss her
Sitting in the spotlight, I need to stand up right
Correct my posture, fix my stance, fix my shitty eyesight
Make your ears pop, like you're up in high flight
Devil testing with his might, I couldn't not put up a fight
Paying people in line, cause I can't stand to wait (wait)
Don't listen to them mayne, I swear they love to hate (they do)
Don't hesitate, procrastinate, ejaculate (what)
Semen retention, you can thank me late (what)
Dr. Houdini - Cosmic Cowboy Lyrics
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I got that perpetual compulsive repetition of words
I make you feel like you're knocked down in the dirt
Hero dose of fungi, now I'm one with the earth
I had to go out of body just to see my worth (a lot)
Nobody wanna cross us, in line behind my chakras
Trying to go to Italy, drink wine, eat some pastas
I check myself, dot my I's, T's are crosses
Making my own way, but I trust the process
F*ck other rapper references, I got no preferences
Entering the rap game through all the cracks and crevices
Holy shit, dammit, bitch, I'm using all the expletives
I'm killing this, and I'm leaving evidence
I put my heart into this, I want y'all to feel this
I was selling fours like I work at a dealership
Now that I come around, y'all know I kill this shit
I'm fighting for a spot, the sword in stone I will equip
Goofy Groovy Gringo is back at it again (again)
I remember when I used to think I'd never win (win)
My uncle told me, if you can't do it, you can (you can)
Go out there and kick ass like your name is Jackie Chan
I'm stacking paper to the top, tell me why you're not
To all of my gorillas I love you a lot (a lot)
I don't give a damn, smoke a blunt walking down the block
Think of something clever, I pull out my phone and jot (oh shit)
'Fore you, step up in my house, take your shoes off
En La Casa De Houdini, we like to goof off
She got more ass than a number two stall
I go in a different room to take my shoes off
R.I.P. Mac Miller, Nipsey Hussle and the Flipper
If the waitress does a good job, then Imma tip her (extra)
Even if you piss me off, I will never jip ya (nope)
And every time I dip off to the studio, I miss her
Sitting in the spotlight, I need to stand up right
Correct my posture, fix my stance, fix my shitty eyesight
Make your ears pop, like you're up in high flight
Devil testing with his might, I couldn't not put up a fight
Paying people in line, cause I can't stand to wait (wait)
Don't listen to them mayne, I swear they love to hate (they do)
Don't hesitate, procrastinate, ejaculate (what)
Semen retention, you can thank me late (what)
I make you feel like you're knocked down in the dirt
Hero dose of fungi, now I'm one with the earth
I had to go out of body just to see my worth (a lot)
Nobody wanna cross us, in line behind my chakras
Trying to go to Italy, drink wine, eat some pastas
I check myself, dot my I's, T's are crosses
Making my own way, but I trust the process
F*ck other rapper references, I got no preferences
Entering the rap game through all the cracks and crevices
Holy shit, dammit, bitch, I'm using all the expletives
I'm killing this, and I'm leaving evidence
I put my heart into this, I want y'all to feel this
I was selling fours like I work at a dealership
Now that I come around, y'all know I kill this shit
I'm fighting for a spot, the sword in stone I will equip
Goofy Groovy Gringo is back at it again (again)
I remember when I used to think I'd never win (win)
My uncle told me, if you can't do it, you can (you can)
Go out there and kick ass like your name is Jackie Chan
I'm stacking paper to the top, tell me why you're not
To all of my gorillas I love you a lot (a lot)
I don't give a damn, smoke a blunt walking down the block
Think of something clever, I pull out my phone and jot (oh shit)
'Fore you, step up in my house, take your shoes off
En La Casa De Houdini, we like to goof off
She got more ass than a number two stall
I go in a different room to take my shoes off
R.I.P. Mac Miller, Nipsey Hussle and the Flipper
If the waitress does a good job, then Imma tip her (extra)
Even if you piss me off, I will never jip ya (nope)
And every time I dip off to the studio, I miss her
Sitting in the spotlight, I need to stand up right
Correct my posture, fix my stance, fix my shitty eyesight
Make your ears pop, like you're up in high flight
Devil testing with his might, I couldn't not put up a fight
Paying people in line, cause I can't stand to wait (wait)
Don't listen to them mayne, I swear they love to hate (they do)
Don't hesitate, procrastinate, ejaculate (what)
Semen retention, you can thank me late (what)
Writer: Hayden Haggard
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