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hooper - overslept lyrics

[intro]
how you doing, where you been, where’s your head at?
what you mean, what you mean when you said that?
harvey oswald flow, blow your wave cap back
bout to snap on this track, really rap

[verse]
ain’t a diamond in the rough, no, needle in a trash bin
last night was rough, f+ck, need a couple aspirin
tryna leave ’em speechless, tryna leave ’em gasping
tryna break some new ground, b+tch let’s get it fracking
back in the days, we were packing g’s into plastic bags, getting cash off trees
bounce her ass on me ’til it harassing me
make her sound like master p with my massive d
anybody want a ticket, they can gеt it, let me know, oh
prolly hear mе hiss and think i’m kitten on the low, no
if you hear me dissing then i’m really f+cking dissing
competition for the picking, eeny meeny miny moe, woah
wonder if your chicks down, hit her up like chris brown
pick her up around 6, f+ck her for like 6 rounds
took a couple shroom trips, hit me like i hit ground
if you can’t stand me spitting you can listen while you
sit down, i’m the joaquin phoenix up in this town
get clowned, imma just repeat it ’til you beat it
tempur+pedics how i’m treated cause i’m slept on, f+ck
throw your hands up like bulimics for the next one up, yuh
i’ve been starving, for some rap beef
no sublims back ‘n forth, someone @ me
i should watch myself before i get my ass beat
just a scrawny white kid, always been the black sheep
taxi, taxi take me f+cking back, please
now you got me rapping like i’m kendrick in the backseat
never been the cool kid, never been the athlete
tryna start a movement, hold up not exactly
i’m just tryna add a couple credits to my rap sheet
family full of artists so this sh+t is in my khakis
and it’s never stopping get it popping like some acne
said it’s never stopping get it popping like a shoulder
when it’s popping outta socket smoking pot to keep me calm
used to pop it outta sockets with a bottle as a bong
now it falls out our pockets i would call it the bomb
but my mind feels like a minefield something’s wrong

- hooper lyrics

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