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jackmo – dat sound good (remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
dat sound good, this a premo beat so i should
probably leave it alone in the home like kate mccallister
in other words, impossible, to do justice like i’m rapping over michael brown
wrapping a body bag, say that in poor taste with a frown
but, how can that sense when i l!ck be worth more than six cents
four short of a dime so i’m sticking with a nickle
she, so bad address the mirror as miss fickle
every pickle i get in simple out run like benny rodriquez
i’m allergic to terrible composition so get a d-mn kleenex
to be a parrot means to be a lunch table reject
don’t show any adult respect unless she, aretha franklin
eight outa five be hating in the 815
i don’t even know any guys i run the playpen
screwdriver in a diaper get hyper when i p–p tonight on a cypher
i finna decipher a pied piper
the algorithm that finna make me a star like martin
spark a white owl got me higher than a martian
i’m gandhi, and he a spartan like brutus don’t confucius
your sins go harda no siddhartha, the upper cl-ss you never thought of
what’s a buddhist to a hindu, all your bs i gotta swim through
and we both know that i don’t float so
good, bye

[hook]
high, high, high
i like pie, pie, pie
x2

[verse 2]
greek mythology’s a part of me that rome’s free like liberty
set sail for the eastern sea, m-ss destruction like the boston tea
fiesta, who runs the champion’s league like iniesta
stay grinding in my siesta never falling off the pedesta
if i’m a pester than it’s ant man
two, in the afternoon and i can’t stand
because i had eight this afternoon
rhythm be my fiance but i called it off i’m a terrible groom
my att-tude nappy, rib cage strap happy, draw a straw hat up pappy
i’m so lesotho they know this bozo’s home grown
if it’s simply where the heart is then i’m living in her chest
politics represent the simpletons and philosophy the rest
elevate your mind state at a phenomenal rate
southpaw, right hook, probably never cracking a book unless you sipping kraken and book a cell for the night
you may feel like your feelings feel like a roller coaster just don’t hold on too tight
you can scream, try and fight like kiai
rewind watch the highlights on ihigh, living like bino in kauai
poor kid but he act like a gentleman
jackmo going off like the toss of a disc golf again
take the record for a spin play it once chuck it in the trashbin yelling who’s this hasbin
well, i have been taking some time off like bueller
the gas tank empty refuel her cracking the whip
a cracker with a chip dipping in queso
ok so, now what

- jackmo lyrics

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