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May 4th Video (MV)




Performed By: Synapse540
Length: 3:34
Written by: Chandler Sundeen
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Synapse540 - May 4th Lyrics




Whippin in the kitchen
Cleaning up those dirty dishes
I don't grant wishes
No Santa clause but I'm on your girl wishlist
Ice cold like Christmas
Sean Taylor with the hit stick
Tony Romo with the pick 6
Me and rick in the studio flippin 3 6
No Kobe, you don't know me
More LBJ, you gon know my name
Round the world like a world tour
No net worth but I'm worth more
I don't see the issue
I don't like pistols
But if your ass talking shit, then the gang get to kicking like ju jitsu
Smoking blunts, habitual ritual
I been in your dreams, continual visual
Got so many girls its pitiful, plentiful
If any condition, I'm leaving you critical
This beat nasty, bad bitch from a beauty pageant
You wish you had it, see you looking thats tragic
Ask what happened
Stretch the truth like elastic, fake like plastic
Who you mad at? Track ain't drop its a classic
Fantastic

It is fantastic
The way i put words in a line, its systematic
Im a spastic asthmatic with bigger demons than jurassic
Park, if you're gonna see me, do it after dark
Either way you'll see more smoke than Ridgeview park
Please be smart
Don't run up stupid or your eyebrows will part
Get your top taken off like i just coped a new car
Life is so precious, but very expensive
I promise its worth it, pay off is tremendous
Opportunities you have to take advantage
I take em and run, you take them for granted
Listen, im not speaking Spanish
You say i talk fast, maybe you just listen slow
Word to east, he a beast, pay homage and you'll blow
I want everyone listening to please enjoy the show

Dreams of
Looking out and seeing a sea of thousands
Plenty of colors, every word they're shouting
This is what I've wanted since my dad lived near the mountains
I asked him what his dream was, he said "an accountant"
I want a job where my days aren't counted
However long I'm here, i hope its astounding
I hope I'm here till I'm 40 like shady
Be hotter than hades, sicker than rabies
We come in a bunch, just call us Brady
You take too much sausage, its gravy
I can take my flow back to the 80's
Until I'm 80, pushing daisies
I benz the best out like a Mercedes

I'm under your nail, then I'm under your skin
You get angry cause I rap and you can't win
Content content content, that's what I'm preaching
I'm your dogg, give up that cream and peaches
Need a nap, I'll loan it to you like Leases
Knock you out, take your blood, gang are leaches
My fire fueled when that 5 foot giant breaches
I can see in my future i give many speeches
All my fans showing out like cleavage leaking
Crowds of thousands to whom I'm speaking
Is that the door? or is your career creaking
Some WD-40, is what you should be seeking
For 40 months, you say that you've been peeking
I've been at the top and I don't even hear squeaking
Gasping and panting, career taken a beating
In your shows you still see the seating
My shows general admission, fans been reading
If you like me, open book, 10 minutes be sleeping
Take your favorite song, pull up the lyrics and read it
You'll notice it's just the same shit repeated
Turn on the radio, ain't all them songs repeated?
Same song, repetition, lyrically you need a lesson
I'm the teacher, class in session
Hear the preacher, words are weapons
Free the creature, Far from blessing
Sit on the bleacher, class in session
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Whippin in the kitchen
Cleaning up those dirty dishes
I don't grant wishes
No Santa clause but I'm on your girl wishlist
Ice cold like Christmas
Sean Taylor with the hit stick
Tony Romo with the pick 6
Me and rick in the studio flippin 3 6
No Kobe, you don't know me
More LBJ, you gon know my name
Round the world like a world tour
No net worth but I'm worth more
I don't see the issue
I don't like pistols
But if your ass talking shit, then the gang get to kicking like ju jitsu
Smoking blunts, habitual ritual
I been in your dreams, continual visual
Got so many girls its pitiful, plentiful
If any condition, I'm leaving you critical
This beat nasty, bad bitch from a beauty pageant
You wish you had it, see you looking thats tragic
Ask what happened
Stretch the truth like elastic, fake like plastic
Who you mad at? Track ain't drop its a classic
Fantastic

It is fantastic
The way i put words in a line, its systematic
Im a spastic asthmatic with bigger demons than jurassic
Park, if you're gonna see me, do it after dark
Either way you'll see more smoke than Ridgeview park
Please be smart
Don't run up stupid or your eyebrows will part
Get your top taken off like i just coped a new car
Life is so precious, but very expensive
I promise its worth it, pay off is tremendous
Opportunities you have to take advantage
I take em and run, you take them for granted
Listen, im not speaking Spanish
You say i talk fast, maybe you just listen slow
Word to east, he a beast, pay homage and you'll blow
I want everyone listening to please enjoy the show

Dreams of
Looking out and seeing a sea of thousands
Plenty of colors, every word they're shouting
This is what I've wanted since my dad lived near the mountains
I asked him what his dream was, he said "an accountant"
I want a job where my days aren't counted
However long I'm here, i hope its astounding
I hope I'm here till I'm 40 like shady
Be hotter than hades, sicker than rabies
We come in a bunch, just call us Brady
You take too much sausage, its gravy
I can take my flow back to the 80's
Until I'm 80, pushing daisies
I benz the best out like a Mercedes

I'm under your nail, then I'm under your skin
You get angry cause I rap and you can't win
Content content content, that's what I'm preaching
I'm your dogg, give up that cream and peaches
Need a nap, I'll loan it to you like Leases
Knock you out, take your blood, gang are leaches
My fire fueled when that 5 foot giant breaches
I can see in my future i give many speeches
All my fans showing out like cleavage leaking
Crowds of thousands to whom I'm speaking
Is that the door? or is your career creaking
Some WD-40, is what you should be seeking
For 40 months, you say that you've been peeking
I've been at the top and I don't even hear squeaking
Gasping and panting, career taken a beating
In your shows you still see the seating
My shows general admission, fans been reading
If you like me, open book, 10 minutes be sleeping
Take your favorite song, pull up the lyrics and read it
You'll notice it's just the same shit repeated
Turn on the radio, ain't all them songs repeated?
Same song, repetition, lyrically you need a lesson
I'm the teacher, class in session
Hear the preacher, words are weapons
Free the creature, Far from blessing
Sit on the bleacher, class in session
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Writer: Chandler Sundeen
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