Speakeasy Collective - HBK Lyrics

Sweet Chin Music, come and kick it with me
Met Trish Stratus, she could hit it for free
Bra & panties match, she be strippin' for me, yeah
Speakeasy, going live on your screen
Off the top rope
Catch us flying off of the top rope
Stoned cold we Stuntin Chicago
Dressin' like Rikishi, she a thot, though
She a thot, though
She likes me, but she too shy
Her eyes say what her mouth don't, but
Her mouth do what you can't imagine
My imagination completely broken
My fingers sticky from all this weed
My thoughts are cloudy from all the smoke n'
My emotions are highly complicated
Past conversations and altercations
And I. Just. Can't. Keep. Going like this anymore
Trading compliments for confidence
My dopamine running on low
All these feelings turning true, man (Truman)
No Illusion
Now I don't. Know. What. I'm. Gonna do at the end of this f*cking show
Shoulda known this, like osmosis, I'm so gone, I got psychosis
Feeling's split just like mitosis, love or lust - the diagnosis
Your vibe is so ferocious, other girls, they so atrocious
I'm jus' hoping we ain't hopeless, feelin' lost at a moment's notice
Cast a spell, girl, hocus pocus
Out of conscious, like hypnosis
Zodiac Shit, Flying Lotus
What's your sign, girl, what's the focus?
What you're on, you know I'm on it
Confidence, yeah, you know we flaunt it
Speakeasy, we soft talkin'
Be easy on that beat, Shamohn, yeah
Sweet Chin Music, come and kick it with me
Met Trish Stratus, she could hit it for free
Bra & panties match, she be strippin' for me, yeah
Speakeasy, going live on your screen
Off the top rope
Catch us flying off of the top rope
Stoned cold we Stuntin Chicago
Dressin' like Rikishi, she a thot, though
She a thot, though
Don't go talkin like you're hard, we speakeasy
Once we pull out your card, you feel queasy
Adjust your attitude, you can't see me
Speakeasy
Express freely
Aimed at the phonies, I close my eyes and i am lonely
Trigger finger, I lay low, I hit a body
I need my money , they really love me, they really don't
I need to focus on myself now that my covers blown
I kill roaches -we roach killers -i am a fiend
They all laughed-- when i said -i follow dreams
Im on a mission -I'm ready for war, I be
Hand me the loop n give me the heat
I got the shot in the backseat
Give us the loot, or I'm gonna shoot
Through your brains -in this heat
Aye
She said she doesn't love me
But she miss this dick
Barely focused hands shaking with the .40 clip
She a thot though
She a thot
Thot, thot, thot, thot
What's a 619 to a double seven three one two
What's a 619 to a double seven three one two
What's a 619 to a double seven three one two