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duke a.g. – loveboat lyrics

i’m sittin’ shifting, my fingers bitten, phalanges drippin’
i take a whiff in and collar, like ya neck is itchin’
should i let her b, like ya first letter missin’
i’m stuck in x to z, don’t know why, this x-ray vision
has got me guessin’, second reps, x-rated exhibition
i know she seeing right through me and all the exorcism
my head so twisted when i spit, this sh-t is extra j-sm
c-mmin’ so hard i leave em trailing that is my next addition
to this my ex admission of vision, my expedition
my next corvettes a kitchen, cookin’ fords and rippin’ engine
transmission synging, trim is falling off the f-ckin’ hinges
the springs is inches from snappin’ like the tips of syringes
so take ya black tar and whack bars and make like pinterest
put a pin in it and sit in it, sh-t it pointless b-tches
you’re inflicting contrast, you are conflicting interest
i am everything you wish you were plus bout 7 inches
naw its more like 5 if i’m being honest, being modest, see a goddess, d goes long it’s free like august, fallin’ motherf-cker do you get no i’m speaking raw this
is nothing short of appalling, so get your jeepers crawling
in other words she a wh-r- or sl-t, get it, horror, naw it’s
probably a stretch but the best dressed is the wh-r- in bra
so what’s a fat -ss like me to do when the doors are drawn
and i still ain’t fit in, i spit my sorta bars
i spit bars in turn like receptionists
are you getting this? okay the next one is
there ain’t no man akin to this
like an exodus, or stand still figures in a t-j-m-a-x-x-its
shocking that they step to this when they ain’t got no rep with this
so finally i ask, what do i do, do i ring the b-tch up like engagements, ooh
maybe i can write these rhymes, like a page or two
or finally face my sh-t like an -n-s do, who
woulda thunk a fellow with the -n-s food
the aspergers, woulda ever f-cking came for you, ooh
no but really, i hate this sh-t who
woulda thought our relationship through
our love boat woulda sank so quick, ooh

get it, love boat, relationship
i’m on my haitian trick, run the track, shakin’ it
i’m on my nation b-tch, spitting cross the states and sh-t
ain’t n-body stoppin’ me until i’m on my bas-m-nt sh-t
im talking bring the house down to adjacent its
a f-cking party and the roof is f-cking caving in
so don’t you start he hardly into talkin’ taking spit
so he pours his heart out and cuts the phone line cable snip
oh f-ck, what f-ck have f-ckin’ done
i poured my heart out to this b-tch said she’s the only one
knowing full well she don’t want you she wantin’ only none
she single cuz she wants to be you’s just a f-cking b-m (-n-l)
get to moving get to groovin’ get to losing son
that’s life with aspergers bring the meat and f-ckin’ buns
i show you how i live my life and how i spit for fun
and why i spit the sh-t i do bout these f-cking c-nts

- duke a g lyrics

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