Every... Every type of noise...
ARS, what up Thought? BLAQKNOIZ!
What's beauty to a beast when it's all on display?
Looking for a ticket, if he's balling then you'll play
Couldn't be your type... well I could, but I'm saying
Income ain't attractive if it ain't come with maids
But if I had the cash, you'll consider open lanes
If I had the following, you'll probably marry me
I'm looking for a queen, not an Instagram scheme
Fishing for a sucker with that bait on the stream
Beauty's what you make it, now it's all over the screen
Perception's a motherf*cker, so f*ck what you see
Surgery, forgery, the cost of tryna catch
The dog's got flaws but not as sneaky as the cat!
Still tempted by the devil and all she has to offer
Sign the wrong deal, forever it will cost ya
Stop following your dick, start following your heart
If you start to lose your mind, put it all in your art (Picasso)
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
What's hatred to a Christian when a babe negates the rape?
Could you tell me what was missing when they caught the shit on tape?
Belly-ache, your soma, take your coma, in the colder tone of faith
Ain't a soldier, just an open stoma for the stake
I got a tome of Tony Roma's aromas for your nose
You ain't smoking that good marijuana and it shows
You just hoping for the hood to make you wanted on the low
If you wanted, you could grow, you just happy as a stone
If I had a finger rock, would you let me sling the cock?
Not the day the fatty singing, but we swinging toward the drop
Bringing me the clock, sure enough you found the face of God
Stuffing blunts until they chocked, sounding out in name of stocks
Ain't it odd? Ain't it funny? It's like all of us are dummies
Ichabod got his head back but emptied out his tummy
This a nod to the redcaps, Bolshevik solutions
It's a bop, it's a trap! Shouldn't read that, Rosicrucians
The Thought - Happy as a Stone (feat. A.R.S.) Lyrics
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Every... Every type of noise...
ARS, what up Thought? BLAQKNOIZ!
What's beauty to a beast when it's all on display?
Looking for a ticket, if he's balling then you'll play
Couldn't be your type... well I could, but I'm saying
Income ain't attractive if it ain't come with maids
But if I had the cash, you'll consider open lanes
If I had the following, you'll probably marry me
I'm looking for a queen, not an Instagram scheme
Fishing for a sucker with that bait on the stream
Beauty's what you make it, now it's all over the screen
Perception's a motherf*cker, so f*ck what you see
Surgery, forgery, the cost of tryna catch
The dog's got flaws but not as sneaky as the cat!
Still tempted by the devil and all she has to offer
Sign the wrong deal, forever it will cost ya
Stop following your dick, start following your heart
If you start to lose your mind, put it all in your art (Picasso)
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
What's hatred to a Christian when a babe negates the rape?
Could you tell me what was missing when they caught the shit on tape?
Belly-ache, your soma, take your coma, in the colder tone of faith
Ain't a soldier, just an open stoma for the stake
I got a tome of Tony Roma's aromas for your nose
You ain't smoking that good marijuana and it shows
You just hoping for the hood to make you wanted on the low
If you wanted, you could grow, you just happy as a stone
If I had a finger rock, would you let me sling the cock?
Not the day the fatty singing, but we swinging toward the drop
Bringing me the clock, sure enough you found the face of God
Stuffing blunts until they chocked, sounding out in name of stocks
Ain't it odd? Ain't it funny? It's like all of us are dummies
Ichabod got his head back but emptied out his tummy
This a nod to the redcaps, Bolshevik solutions
It's a bop, it's a trap! Shouldn't read that, Rosicrucians
ARS, what up Thought? BLAQKNOIZ!
What's beauty to a beast when it's all on display?
Looking for a ticket, if he's balling then you'll play
Couldn't be your type... well I could, but I'm saying
Income ain't attractive if it ain't come with maids
But if I had the cash, you'll consider open lanes
If I had the following, you'll probably marry me
I'm looking for a queen, not an Instagram scheme
Fishing for a sucker with that bait on the stream
Beauty's what you make it, now it's all over the screen
Perception's a motherf*cker, so f*ck what you see
Surgery, forgery, the cost of tryna catch
The dog's got flaws but not as sneaky as the cat!
Still tempted by the devil and all she has to offer
Sign the wrong deal, forever it will cost ya
Stop following your dick, start following your heart
If you start to lose your mind, put it all in your art (Picasso)
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
What's hatred to a Christian when a babe negates the rape?
Could you tell me what was missing when they caught the shit on tape?
Belly-ache, your soma, take your coma, in the colder tone of faith
Ain't a soldier, just an open stoma for the stake
I got a tome of Tony Roma's aromas for your nose
You ain't smoking that good marijuana and it shows
You just hoping for the hood to make you wanted on the low
If you wanted, you could grow, you just happy as a stone
If I had a finger rock, would you let me sling the cock?
Not the day the fatty singing, but we swinging toward the drop
Bringing me the clock, sure enough you found the face of God
Stuffing blunts until they chocked, sounding out in name of stocks
Ain't it odd? Ain't it funny? It's like all of us are dummies
Ichabod got his head back but emptied out his tummy
This a nod to the redcaps, Bolshevik solutions
It's a bop, it's a trap! Shouldn't read that, Rosicrucians
Writer: Anthony Alvarez, Jack Mabie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid