Letras
Relax and take notes while the gun smoke spells out "that's all folks"
We know to float and break what's broke
In the postmodern, pre-Post Malone though
We wrote the book on how to break bones
Went hammer
Been bananas ever since I bumped my head as a shortie and I yelled "Flipmode"
I've been living in a shit show
Chyron says ticking time bomb
That's the gist, so
I'm on some "why not"
Smell the lilacs til the pine box drop
Rev it up and let it rip
Send a sentimental little bitch into fits
I mean sheesh
That's the stance
If the shit-kicker fits ima dance in the midst
Where the missiles don't miss
One switch flipped
Turn every gorilla into mist
But uh it's cool
Shit rules
Is it too heavy to measure?
Is it effing it up?
Does it ever get better?
Man, I tell em whatever
Man, I tell em whatever
Man, I tell em it's cool
Shit rules
Top taser
The aims flame buddy
Funny games the neighbors
Dead man and scram on the lam
Broke but boiler room your homeboy
Set it off your moms place
Too pretty to die but god tried
Fuck that dude anyway
Heard he got some magic but he let them suffer every day
What's funner?
The number one stun gun wielding
Other hand on the throttle, it's no chill
Zoom on a Yamaha, road rashed 750
What you doing? Trouble hunting
What we doing? Getting hurt
What you losing? Nothing cuz there ain't a thing we got
Just some shred dog milli boys blowing up the spot again
Then Ghost gone again
My occupation ain't my station on the planet kid
And I would recommend you tell a couple of your friends
Just listen up and get a little zen
Let it in and chill, don't forget that uuuh
It's cool
Shit rules
Is it too heavy to measure?
Is it effing it up?
Does it ever get better?
Man, I tell em whatever
Man, I tell em whatever
Man, I tell em it's cool
Shit rules