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joey a.x – lean. on. lyrics

yeah yeah
my mother name me joey…lro

and i got my brother’s with my on the tour bus
we don’t read the blogs or the critics cuz they bore us
panoramic view from the city to a forrest
came along way from riding shotty on the short bus
heavy metal shit, jack and a cola
jumpin’ off these stages think i’m zach delarocha
hype like c-ka, party like nola
cl-ss all day, i keep my gl-ss on the coasters
trashed when it’s over, c-ke in the sofa
post so many bonds shoulda been a stock broker
white al roker, tell you when this shit’s cold
and you may never heard of me but i bet your b-tch know
flow so c-ke, you can feel it when it drips slow
and all she listen to is joey and diplo
molly on her lip gloss
and i met her in miami she was hangin’ out with rick ross
badder than the bad girls club she’ll be kicked off
reality star burn out that was their loss
oh i think it’s my gain, but i don’t need the migrane
so i’ll “dodge her” down in brooklyn like the 5 train

focus
fire a gun
we all need some one to lean on

i hate hearing you losers talkin’ accomplishments
in my opinion not one of you has accomplished shit
i only speak to agents who accredited
on bad days i only speak to who got medicine
if i don’t respond it’s cuz i know you’re irrelevant
either that or you depress me, you’re a seditive
i’m a prophet the future is what i said it is
i’m king david the desert land is connecticut
been scoopin’ b-tches, paul mitch-ll everyday
barber shops for boy friends, come get you a fade
i’ll cut up their gentleman like a side part
and instagram frame the f-ckin’ square like it’s fine art
oh
stop with all the c-ck block
she don’t trust herself inside a drop top
i call the whip mardi gras, you can go fill in the rest
cuz i couldn’t be so literal, we’ll skip that like it’s hopscotch
so i’ll be at her at her door, know it’s not locked
she said her man’s a joke, lemme knock knock

focus
fire a gun
we all need some one to lean on

lame boy, only worried bout your man bun
i been an underground king- word to that man bun
pockets on the jeans mean that you are gettin ran, son
we are on the way up, if you hit us, that’s an “and one”
i got a virgin in the air, richard branson
tryna k!ll hollywood, charles manson
i was just a kid when i found my father’s hand gun
guess i was raised by a k!ller, like cam’s son

focus
fire a gun
we all need some one to lean on

- joey a x lyrics

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