Yo
Slow your roll son
We don't need Cadillacs to kick back, headshot and roll one
I'm just craving some equality
I solemnly swear to be awake for my lobotomy
Brain sensing damage to the tendons
Mention mechanical breakdowns were nobody's intention
Got the clean kitchen and the bitchin to match
It's looking like you're cooking all that bullshit from scratch
This street meat is legal
But hey I'm flying in a falcon with an eagle on diesel
Check the name on the screen if you're lucky
Here's that old shit, it's most dope, sit back and study
Grab your books or something, cause Hilroy's blue
He's got fife dropping bars cause I'm his boy too
I got equality following yall, ain't that true?
Regret that I'd forget you girl, ain't that you?
Don't let me ditch this Christmas wishlist
Sweets out the oven, knotted and twisted
Not for everybody, not for dasher, donner or blitzen
Shrimp platters for the rest of yall, Roy gone fishing
It's like Equality was only the first rhyme
And toe tagging in the basement always a dirt crime
And now we're stuck in the dead of a thriller, switch
But now I'm flying on the ears of Ben Stiller, bitch
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil, that's
Alright I'm gonna spit some stuff, alright
I'm sorry Hil, I had to reclaim 8
I know we're going way back and that verse was great, but
Honestly I have an obligation when you drop in
And I ain't getting bodied on my own damn tape
So that was Grease Grime Gazer with the dirtiest diction
Now you're back to Flow rapping, with backup from Our Fiction
Fire from no friction you was leaving the setting
And don't you get to forgetting, I'll see you again at the wedding
Alright, hit em with the sentimental verse, Flowzus
Mister young tear drops... and conflict
I was ripping and riddling to myself
Is the pill upon the shelf detrimental to my health?
But it's funny in the end, though it's not what I intend
I was steadily meddling with my Ritalin-addled friends
Walk the moon like Michael
Grab the public eye like a monkey on a god damn unicycle
I do bold, I do delightful
I do nice and polite, I don't think I do it right though
I make beats to pass time, a fast rhyme
Skimming through the notes I wrote since the last time
Got the bass sounding like a stuttering sheep
It's like ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
And reality is boring
So I take an Ambien with juice and gin
Grin when I'm snoring on my back, in the ditch along a pleasant cul de sac
Wake up with an itch, switch to spliffs for the way back
I felt the snow when it blew through, I bet you did too
I been alone inside a room that's like an igloo
My dick looking bloody on Sunday like U2
Jerkin it to Ellie Goulding in a tutu
That was one of the first verses I ever wrote in my life
And this is one of the first beats I ever made in my life
So you know we had to put that on the tape
Shoutout Hilroy, thank you for dropping bye
Flowzus - Equality (feat. Hilroy) Lyrics
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Yo
Slow your roll son
We don't need Cadillacs to kick back, headshot and roll one
I'm just craving some equality
I solemnly swear to be awake for my lobotomy
Brain sensing damage to the tendons
Mention mechanical breakdowns were nobody's intention
Got the clean kitchen and the bitchin to match
It's looking like you're cooking all that bullshit from scratch
This street meat is legal
But hey I'm flying in a falcon with an eagle on diesel
Check the name on the screen if you're lucky
Here's that old shit, it's most dope, sit back and study
Grab your books or something, cause Hilroy's blue
He's got fife dropping bars cause I'm his boy too
I got equality following yall, ain't that true?
Regret that I'd forget you girl, ain't that you?
Don't let me ditch this Christmas wishlist
Sweets out the oven, knotted and twisted
Not for everybody, not for dasher, donner or blitzen
Shrimp platters for the rest of yall, Roy gone fishing
It's like Equality was only the first rhyme
And toe tagging in the basement always a dirt crime
And now we're stuck in the dead of a thriller, switch
But now I'm flying on the ears of Ben Stiller, bitch
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil, that's
Alright I'm gonna spit some stuff, alright
I'm sorry Hil, I had to reclaim 8
I know we're going way back and that verse was great, but
Honestly I have an obligation when you drop in
And I ain't getting bodied on my own damn tape
So that was Grease Grime Gazer with the dirtiest diction
Now you're back to Flow rapping, with backup from Our Fiction
Fire from no friction you was leaving the setting
And don't you get to forgetting, I'll see you again at the wedding
Alright, hit em with the sentimental verse, Flowzus
Mister young tear drops... and conflict
I was ripping and riddling to myself
Is the pill upon the shelf detrimental to my health?
But it's funny in the end, though it's not what I intend
I was steadily meddling with my Ritalin-addled friends
Walk the moon like Michael
Grab the public eye like a monkey on a god damn unicycle
I do bold, I do delightful
I do nice and polite, I don't think I do it right though
I make beats to pass time, a fast rhyme
Skimming through the notes I wrote since the last time
Got the bass sounding like a stuttering sheep
It's like ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
And reality is boring
So I take an Ambien with juice and gin
Grin when I'm snoring on my back, in the ditch along a pleasant cul de sac
Wake up with an itch, switch to spliffs for the way back
I felt the snow when it blew through, I bet you did too
I been alone inside a room that's like an igloo
My dick looking bloody on Sunday like U2
Jerkin it to Ellie Goulding in a tutu
That was one of the first verses I ever wrote in my life
And this is one of the first beats I ever made in my life
So you know we had to put that on the tape
Shoutout Hilroy, thank you for dropping bye
Slow your roll son
We don't need Cadillacs to kick back, headshot and roll one
I'm just craving some equality
I solemnly swear to be awake for my lobotomy
Brain sensing damage to the tendons
Mention mechanical breakdowns were nobody's intention
Got the clean kitchen and the bitchin to match
It's looking like you're cooking all that bullshit from scratch
This street meat is legal
But hey I'm flying in a falcon with an eagle on diesel
Check the name on the screen if you're lucky
Here's that old shit, it's most dope, sit back and study
Grab your books or something, cause Hilroy's blue
He's got fife dropping bars cause I'm his boy too
I got equality following yall, ain't that true?
Regret that I'd forget you girl, ain't that you?
Don't let me ditch this Christmas wishlist
Sweets out the oven, knotted and twisted
Not for everybody, not for dasher, donner or blitzen
Shrimp platters for the rest of yall, Roy gone fishing
It's like Equality was only the first rhyme
And toe tagging in the basement always a dirt crime
And now we're stuck in the dead of a thriller, switch
But now I'm flying on the ears of Ben Stiller, bitch
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil
That's Flowzus and Hil, that's
Alright I'm gonna spit some stuff, alright
I'm sorry Hil, I had to reclaim 8
I know we're going way back and that verse was great, but
Honestly I have an obligation when you drop in
And I ain't getting bodied on my own damn tape
So that was Grease Grime Gazer with the dirtiest diction
Now you're back to Flow rapping, with backup from Our Fiction
Fire from no friction you was leaving the setting
And don't you get to forgetting, I'll see you again at the wedding
Alright, hit em with the sentimental verse, Flowzus
Mister young tear drops... and conflict
I was ripping and riddling to myself
Is the pill upon the shelf detrimental to my health?
But it's funny in the end, though it's not what I intend
I was steadily meddling with my Ritalin-addled friends
Walk the moon like Michael
Grab the public eye like a monkey on a god damn unicycle
I do bold, I do delightful
I do nice and polite, I don't think I do it right though
I make beats to pass time, a fast rhyme
Skimming through the notes I wrote since the last time
Got the bass sounding like a stuttering sheep
It's like ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
And reality is boring
So I take an Ambien with juice and gin
Grin when I'm snoring on my back, in the ditch along a pleasant cul de sac
Wake up with an itch, switch to spliffs for the way back
I felt the snow when it blew through, I bet you did too
I been alone inside a room that's like an igloo
My dick looking bloody on Sunday like U2
Jerkin it to Ellie Goulding in a tutu
That was one of the first verses I ever wrote in my life
And this is one of the first beats I ever made in my life
So you know we had to put that on the tape
Shoutout Hilroy, thank you for dropping bye
Writer: Brody Weld
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid