While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be higher than the motherf*cking sun
Said you know I'm on fire and you know I never run
Like we run it
We really run it
I swear to god these people judge us
They really judge us
And honestly this shit appealing
It's real appealing
And honestly y'all didn't notice
They really villains
You reach for the hammer I reach for the grammar
You act like a bitch so I call you Sandra
You throw a tantrum over an anthem
I go get pampered and don't need an answer
I don't need a reason
To express myself
Like is my meaning
Like this is my purpose
And with it I flourish
Without it I perish
And end up at service without any worship
I see that you laughing but you should be nervous
Overstocked lyrics in surplus
With the flavor of a terpene
And it's spicy like some curry
No I'm never ever worried
Honestly I done been onto this woah
Honestly this the Geronimo flow
Honestly y'all fall like dominos
Oh now it's time to go
This is abominable
While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck,
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be lower than the motherf*cking ocean
Go and get the Henny maybe Gin mix the potion
Go and get a couple bag of tree now we floating
Go and ask yourself where your heart and your devotion
Where the f*ck it lay and what's it doing everyday
How does that shit react when your vision see the play
Do you call or fold hand see you bluffing it away
Cause you had a open look but you taking selfish trays
Those the wicked ways
That you can't escape
With the path you paved
I ain't got time to shoulder
Ain't got time to show ya
I got time for douja
I got time to go and get my shit upholstered
Everyday you know we rolling up an ocho
I'mma do it real simple elementary
I gotta let the flow trickle come and peep the stream
That sounded like an innuendo PG-13
Is he serious or just blowing steam
This a hunnid stacks multiplied by facts
And not divided by your selfish acts
You go tic for tac not concerned with that
I got more interest in the beats and plaques
That Yung Lad - Sun Song Lyrics
That Yung Lad - Sun Song Lyrics
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English
While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be higher than the motherf*cking sun
Said you know I'm on fire and you know I never run
Like we run it
We really run it
I swear to god these people judge us
They really judge us
And honestly this shit appealing
It's real appealing
And honestly y'all didn't notice
They really villains
You reach for the hammer I reach for the grammar
You act like a bitch so I call you Sandra
You throw a tantrum over an anthem
I go get pampered and don't need an answer
I don't need a reason
To express myself
Like is my meaning
Like this is my purpose
And with it I flourish
Without it I perish
And end up at service without any worship
I see that you laughing but you should be nervous
Overstocked lyrics in surplus
With the flavor of a terpene
And it's spicy like some curry
No I'm never ever worried
Honestly I done been onto this woah
Honestly this the Geronimo flow
Honestly y'all fall like dominos
Oh now it's time to go
This is abominable
While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck,
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be lower than the motherf*cking ocean
Go and get the Henny maybe Gin mix the potion
Go and get a couple bag of tree now we floating
Go and ask yourself where your heart and your devotion
Where the f*ck it lay and what's it doing everyday
How does that shit react when your vision see the play
Do you call or fold hand see you bluffing it away
Cause you had a open look but you taking selfish trays
Those the wicked ways
That you can't escape
With the path you paved
I ain't got time to shoulder
Ain't got time to show ya
I got time for douja
I got time to go and get my shit upholstered
Everyday you know we rolling up an ocho
I'mma do it real simple elementary
I gotta let the flow trickle come and peep the stream
That sounded like an innuendo PG-13
Is he serious or just blowing steam
This a hunnid stacks multiplied by facts
And not divided by your selfish acts
You go tic for tac not concerned with that
I got more interest in the beats and plaques
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be higher than the motherf*cking sun
Said you know I'm on fire and you know I never run
Like we run it
We really run it
I swear to god these people judge us
They really judge us
And honestly this shit appealing
It's real appealing
And honestly y'all didn't notice
They really villains
You reach for the hammer I reach for the grammar
You act like a bitch so I call you Sandra
You throw a tantrum over an anthem
I go get pampered and don't need an answer
I don't need a reason
To express myself
Like is my meaning
Like this is my purpose
And with it I flourish
Without it I perish
And end up at service without any worship
I see that you laughing but you should be nervous
Overstocked lyrics in surplus
With the flavor of a terpene
And it's spicy like some curry
No I'm never ever worried
Honestly I done been onto this woah
Honestly this the Geronimo flow
Honestly y'all fall like dominos
Oh now it's time to go
This is abominable
While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck,
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up
To a degree that be lower than the motherf*cking ocean
Go and get the Henny maybe Gin mix the potion
Go and get a couple bag of tree now we floating
Go and ask yourself where your heart and your devotion
Where the f*ck it lay and what's it doing everyday
How does that shit react when your vision see the play
Do you call or fold hand see you bluffing it away
Cause you had a open look but you taking selfish trays
Those the wicked ways
That you can't escape
With the path you paved
I ain't got time to shoulder
Ain't got time to show ya
I got time for douja
I got time to go and get my shit upholstered
Everyday you know we rolling up an ocho
I'mma do it real simple elementary
I gotta let the flow trickle come and peep the stream
That sounded like an innuendo PG-13
Is he serious or just blowing steam
This a hunnid stacks multiplied by facts
And not divided by your selfish acts
You go tic for tac not concerned with that
I got more interest in the beats and plaques
Writer: Lawrence DOnofrio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid