Stounson - Paper Route Lyrics

Check this out though, Stou's composed, at my abode in lounge mode
You're no Al Capone, you only counterfeit your downloads
Acapulco trips getting your gal's towel soaked
Cup of Pineapple juice compounded with the aloe
Quite the mouth-full, I'm hard to reach like the house phone
Fishy motherf*ckers talk a lot, we cut the trout's throat
Get gutted, this shits butter, you're not my pal, bro
Once had the opposition listed now I count skulls
Sad clown had the frown sewn, I had to drown those
Bad blows, with pantones the new Van Gogh
If there's any doubt, put your mouth where we count dough
Pull your cheese like calzones, just for the townsfolk
Death is but a feather for me, I hit my Mao pose
You still care about the DOW Jones, yo
Worry about your downfall prepare for your outro
Never sell my soul I can tell when there's a Faust close

How low can you go for your bank account
Who's gonna take it out if you get taken out
Things getting realer every one around is faker now
Look both ways when you're on your paper route
How low can you go for your bank account
Who's gonna take it out if you get taken out
Things getting realer every one around is faker now
Look both ways whenever you're on your paper route

The thing about it is, when they doubt
It's really more encouragement
Try to snip your wings, what's a trip without the turbulence
Corrupted circuit chip, burnt disc, the words furrowed in
Even your dogs could be part snake like Cerberus
Use discernment men, if your first urns permanent
I'm for sure letting it fly, some first-person shit
Only sign deals if the terms pertinent
Determine if you got it or don't, yo I'm like Kurt in this
You're like Oz after the curtain lifts, I'm merciless
I come from dirt and grit, turned the shit to a fertile pit
Help me grow, toe the line, between life eternal bliss
Here to f*ck the f*ck world, I insert the tip