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in aisle eight – that’s what i’m talking about lyrics

lots to accomplish, gotta profitless passion and a passionless profit
but after, chatting with inanimate objects, it’s unanimous i’m the best on the planet no contest
your mom says the same, your pops says i’m insane, the cops want me detained to blame for everything
in the rain state with some propane and a flame, i came to entertain and that can be arranged with the fourth gear bounce

i foresee it now, sheer prowess here’s how it’s going down in the eighth aisle: next to a pile of biological stylеs sits a vial of vile, idolized by a child who picks it up, throws it out of a bus and that’s us+ shatterеd, splattered on the asphalt. transform into what you’d probably see on bath salts, frazzled, two birds fall hit a glass wall

what is it, what is it, that you wish that you wish for?
not a lot not a lot, just a bit more?
the big break, the big score?
yeaaaah that’s what i’m talking bout

what is it, that you wish that you wish for?
not a lot not a lot, just a bit more?
a big house, with big doors?
yeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout

maybe i’ll meet a good girl at a bad bar, meet a bad girl at a good one. folks want me on tracks like nascar, yeah i got a lot of drive but i could run. hoodlum, in a hoodie, hood up, up to no good stuff. never listened to wisdom when i should’ve. but look at me now, putting my foot down, clown with the crookedest smile, wow!

i know you want your, money longer, don’t make sense (cents) you make dollars, can’t tell you nada, just nod when they see the amount
yeaaah that’s what i’m talking bout

i gotta, get the ciabatta, with my armada then bounce
and, probably buy my mom a house
yeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout
the world is my oyster, so if i want the pearl it’s not selfish, it’s sh+llfish. top shelf rhymes sell to the wealthless, spread that health to the helpless, help them. caught a train to h+ll, and the seats were red velvet, when i came back my mind was all melted but i held the fire from the smelter, pressed it into something angelic, evangelists are jealous

i wanna act, wanna meet an actress, want a story so rad they have to reenact it, magic. but let them have their doubts
yeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout

i wanna write, a graphic novel that’s main protagonist is some kid’s role model until they idolize a better form of themselves
yeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout

i’ll keep spitting til’ my heart’s skipping, keep picking til my fingers are ridden with arthritis+ right is wrong, i keep that in mind when i write a song, on the road to riches and it’s alright if you ride along. conquer like khan til’ i’m king like kong, sing like john lennon, hold my lemons til’ the limelight dawns. if ya’ll are knights, why you fight like p+wns? i’ve got the touch like fonz, bring it on, bring an army
you’re gonna need it, i’m a lover but i’ll fight anybody in the way of my achievements i mean it. long as my hearts beating, i’ve got dreams that i’ve got to reach and if you’re with me, scream it, that’s what i’m talking bout!

yeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout
yeeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout
yeeeeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout
yeeeeeeeeeeah that’s what i’m talking bout

- in aisle eight lyrics

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