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[b] rogers - you don't know my name lyrics

intro:
yeah. i swear, man. they don’t even know what this is yet. it’s beautiful, though. [b] rogers

verse 1:
yo, i said i’m [b] rogers, uh, you don’t know me but you will
find me in your doughnut, how i do it for the fill
i,n,g, and i really get it still everytime i’m in the booth, so i gotta keep it real
i don’t see myself on any dollar bill, and i only take your money if they got me on the till, so
i will never steal, i am real, you should listen when you tell you how i feel
i feel like, i keep my subtle hints under wraps/on the raps i don’t need them hoes like the thundercats
i am batman, but where is boy wonder at? stuck behind dwayne, like ‘where is drake’s thunder at?’
i’m saying, fake stars shine fake light, and that is why i never see the stars at night, rebel redeye (?)
fresh off the southwest flight, yo, i fly across america to get a mic

hook 1:
but, let me hear you clap, listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, you better learn my name, as fast as you can, and really understand how relaxing i am
let me hear you clap, listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, you better learn my name, as fast as you can, and really understand how relaxing i am

verse 2:
okay, let me settle, no calphys and agmin (?), i gotta keep it clean like a napkin, listen
i could break you down like a fraction, self-satisfied, i won’t look for any action, i’m asking
all these other rappers, what happened? pussy isn’t life, it’s a caption
where is all the heart, yo? where is all the p-ssion? i shouldn’t give a d-mn if i got these b-tches dancing, right?
i’m saying you can bob your head and tap your feet, you don’t gotta (got to) grind, you can kick it in your seat
stay fresh, no bandwagon swag, stay smart, pay attention, and respect your mom and dad
make sure you understand what you have, before it all becomes what you had. i swear, man i would cross my heart like plaid, you gotta understand what you have
yeah

hook 2:
yo, let me hear you clap, listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, you better learn my name, as fast as you can, and really understand how relaxing i am
listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, you better learn my name, as fast as you can, and really understand how relaxing i am

verse 3:
i said, check it, like my scantron test, imma bring world peace, it’s me, ron artest
so relax, on top like an armrest, and i don’t even wave a stick like a far fetched, and
you don’t get it ’till you think a little hard, you’ll find in the pack, like a charizard you would spend all your allowance on another bar, just you could find me in the zone like a hundred yards, yeah
little giggle, play the game how we make it, no cheat codes, i flow slow, go back to basics, yeah
if you don’t see the people who be faking, then you’re better off inside of the matrix
it isn’t what they say, its how you make it, so run if they tell you to get naked, alright? run if you feel like they chasing, or, better yet, run ’till you feel like you’re safe and, then

hook 3:
let me hear you clap, listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, back with my macbook, raps in my hand, they don’t understand how relaxing i am listen how i rap like saran, back on the track, how distracting i am, back with my macbook, raps in my hand, they don’t understand how relaxing i am

verse 4:
let me settle down, flow like a peddle, now, roll kickstand up, and peddle down low, you can find me on the internet, asking arizona where the winter went (for real yeah)
i stay deep like a splinter get, and, can i see your hand up like it’s in direct
can i get a hand, cover me like cigarettes when i going in like a tape c-ssette
let me take a breath, i bet i make them tap a desk, rest like a pacifist, ladies wanna grab a breast
lean back, have a bath in advance, don’t forget to grab a towel and your yoga pants, yeah
i like to kick it like a cola can, man, i don’t even get all salty at the oprah fans
win a minivan, man, you could keep it and
imma be looking for the hook, like i’m peter pan…

- b rogers lyrics

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