cam groves – here we go again lyrics
[intro]
the black dog runs at night
[verse 1: syn the shaman]
yo, if you haven’t yet, cop that rain delay
i got a scarf that say i’m ea all day
and some heads are gonna hate me on this solo sh-t
they speculate like me and thelin had a split
i heard that trails broke up, the syn’s back on drugs
seen him just the other day he didn’t know who i was
man, i do this sh-t for fun and make songs with my friends
’cause who else do you have after the last one ends
so when the rapture comes, maybe i’ll capture some
but if not, f-ck it, been a b-st-rd son
another motherless child that got to wondering how
i’m well mannered and proud, i’ll make your grandmother smile
and now my family’s my life [?] friends and my fan
lost joey, where’s mo? i don’t know, i’m like d-mn
it had me bugging out a while, man i ain’t gonna lie
i got jason and shane, but they’re out in ny
and in the blink of an eye, one day life just changes
it isn’t so strange, don’t wait for you neither
[hook: syn the shaman and cam groves]
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, put my words on drums
i’ma make your head nod from the burbs to the slums
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, getting evil on the beat
from the kids on the web to the people in the street
[verse 2: cam groves]
yo, people wanna doubt me, don’t know sh-t about me
hungry motherf-cker, you would think i was unhealthy
little bit of big l mixed with big lebowski
roll me up a big l and find me where the couch be
wells, maine, it’s the opposite of south beach
where the people got t–th missing from they mouthpiece
mix with some rich pr-cks living quite wealthy
gotta give a big hand to everyone whose helped me
notebook in lap, dope with the raps
couple jokes i might crack and then hope that you laugh (ha)
i won’t rap about toting a gat
or selling dope in a trap making copious cash
and i’m here to let you know that i’m back
keep my rhymes stacked from beginning to climax
we on that wine getting fine with time rap
cam groves, syn shane, better rewind that
[hook: syn the shaman and cam groves]
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, put my words on drums
i’ma make your head nod from the burbs to the slums
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, getting evil on the beat
from the kids on the web to the people in the street
[verse 3: syn the shaman]
once a flavor baker, always a thanks for nothing
production, me and my people, we’re never fronting
and i always tell the truth man even when i lie
it’s so cliche but say goodnight to the bad guy
stop tryna call me old school you punk b-tch
try to put me the past, i’ll put you on blast
and why the f-ck would i wanna fight you in the bathroom
when i could beat your -ss in front of the whole cl-ss
every time i speak [?] motherf-ckers lose sleep
i’m capable and able, crown you, clown you, play you
with say you [?], syn shames, i gotta lotta
style and finesse you’re whole steelos a mess
you ain’t never [?] even as you stand erect
and your mean face is played out like dubstep
give up the search, the respect, there’s none left
outskirts, half life, that’s right, come test
[hook: syn the shaman and cam groves]
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, put my words on drums
i’ma make your head nod from the burbs to the slums
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, getting evil on the beat
from the kids on the web to the people in the street
[verse 4: cam groves]
i make beats like dwight schrute, st–ze like white snoop
what jesus might do if he speaked in mics, too
i’m never beefing, i’m a peaceful white dude
with dreams bigger than my frigging dreams in high school
i started rapping in my big and pac years
now i’m on the track like stig in top gear
i’m double clutching motherf-ckers as i p-ss by
thinking you’re the sh-t, but couldn’t attract flies
you want it raw, i’ma serve it red
i’m the truth in the booth when the verdict’s read
emcees want me murdered dead, why?
’cause my sh-t sticks out like a turtle head, gross
you wack rappers embarr-ssing me, i mean
your sh-t stinks like asparagus pee
what you carry on the beat is hilarious to me
you could probably give a stereo venereal disease
[hook: syn the shaman and cam groves]
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, put my words on drums
i’ma make your head nod from the burbs to the slums
there i go again getting emo on a banger
anger, sadness, no regret, just madness
and here i go again, getting evil on the beat
from the kids on the web to the people in the street
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