Fill in the blanks, yo
I'm here to fake it, yo
Ain't get in rank though
I'm here to paint, though
Yo
I fear the ancient type gold
Bangle, bangle on the wrist
Wrangle, wrangle up a few twist
Now when you gonna do shit
Heh, stupid
I ain't here to prove
That the Buddha got the groove
I'm just some f*ckin dude
Got too many tax and tattoos
Taboo do voodoo wack
Zombied out the back
Come on in, this a hat on the rack type flat, alright Mac?
Wack, now that's Enugh of that
See, I'm always somewhat of a Mastermind on track
Think I'd rather expand, and emphatically scatter brand
Through every consonant, a continent shatter shaken hand
Pitter patter, go my platter, brand
New and never shined, so what's the matter man?
Bland
Grandiose plan, dam up all you can
Yo, Ive never ran further, I shed a chandelier for every murder
Which one you heard a?
A little Birdy pulled up, told me I don't give a f*ck
Made me feel real grown
steel don't sharpen the stone
So I went to find a seat back home
80-odd later wondering why ever did I roam
Even for a single second, I'm here forever
I hold the negatives, just gotta run it through the shredder
Excellent! Or whatever
I really could dooo with a set of my own medicine
Now, I'm headed in, who else wanna bet their skin
On nothing but the clean posture and a measured grin
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English
Fill in the blanks, yo
I'm here to fake it, yo
Ain't get in rank though
I'm here to paint, though
Yo
I fear the ancient type gold
Bangle, bangle on the wrist
Wrangle, wrangle up a few twist
Now when you gonna do shit
Heh, stupid
I ain't here to prove
That the Buddha got the groove
I'm just some f*ckin dude
Got too many tax and tattoos
Taboo do voodoo wack
Zombied out the back
Come on in, this a hat on the rack type flat, alright Mac?
Wack, now that's Enugh of that
See, I'm always somewhat of a Mastermind on track
Think I'd rather expand, and emphatically scatter brand
Through every consonant, a continent shatter shaken hand
Pitter patter, go my platter, brand
New and never shined, so what's the matter man?
Bland
Grandiose plan, dam up all you can
Yo, Ive never ran further, I shed a chandelier for every murder
Which one you heard a?
A little Birdy pulled up, told me I don't give a f*ck
Made me feel real grown
steel don't sharpen the stone
So I went to find a seat back home
80-odd later wondering why ever did I roam
Even for a single second, I'm here forever
I hold the negatives, just gotta run it through the shredder
Excellent! Or whatever
I really could dooo with a set of my own medicine
Now, I'm headed in, who else wanna bet their skin
On nothing but the clean posture and a measured grin
I'm here to fake it, yo
Ain't get in rank though
I'm here to paint, though
Yo
I fear the ancient type gold
Bangle, bangle on the wrist
Wrangle, wrangle up a few twist
Now when you gonna do shit
Heh, stupid
I ain't here to prove
That the Buddha got the groove
I'm just some f*ckin dude
Got too many tax and tattoos
Taboo do voodoo wack
Zombied out the back
Come on in, this a hat on the rack type flat, alright Mac?
Wack, now that's Enugh of that
See, I'm always somewhat of a Mastermind on track
Think I'd rather expand, and emphatically scatter brand
Through every consonant, a continent shatter shaken hand
Pitter patter, go my platter, brand
New and never shined, so what's the matter man?
Bland
Grandiose plan, dam up all you can
Yo, Ive never ran further, I shed a chandelier for every murder
Which one you heard a?
A little Birdy pulled up, told me I don't give a f*ck
Made me feel real grown
steel don't sharpen the stone
So I went to find a seat back home
80-odd later wondering why ever did I roam
Even for a single second, I'm here forever
I hold the negatives, just gotta run it through the shredder
Excellent! Or whatever
I really could dooo with a set of my own medicine
Now, I'm headed in, who else wanna bet their skin
On nothing but the clean posture and a measured grin
Writer: Eden Dowlen
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