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johnny sam – beyond me lyrics

[verse 1]
unpack the drug paraphernalia
get high and feel i should prolly marry iggy azalea…
seems appropriate we just appropriate together
cuz apparently they can’t appreciate we rapping better
is it my fault i prefer a dap to a handshake?
or resonate with the ghetto’s pact to the landscape?
d-mn straight, couldn’t give a f-ck about a d-mn race
bullets like some questions and i’m riddling the d-mn fakes…
you at the top n-gg- yeah right
you just sitting first place at the red light (yeah)
that just means you missed the green one
and yeah i’m a mean one, i’m like mr. grinch spitting termites
everybody knows i’m a motherf-cking monster
cept that ain’t a metaphor—blood to the ground floor
stole her breath and left that blonde wh-r- blue
fly to death like a condor do, i make due

[hook]
how i haven’t come around yet is beyond me
started from the d now i’m south in new orleans
bling to the ground kneel down i’m astounding
and i’m the best, i don’t need no caucus
for now i’m just parading through these streets like bacchus

[verse 2]
i was knock—knocking on heaven’s door
they told me go to h-ll—and now i’m back from it
n-gg- baphomet, so what you laughing at?
light skin? shit i’m riff raffing it
and so it’s back to the rap, i’m the bomb i rock
you need some help, well b-tch you should go ask god
cuz if you act up i’ma put you back on the block to walk
now she thinks she’s lady marmalade…
i got the hoes i’m farmer john
they bring me cheese that parmesan
they bend the knee like game of thrones
and all day they just pick up phones
i make loans, flip the coco—and load the fofo
i’m the motherf-cking hip hop mafioso–better know so
and yeah i admire your faith
but we both know the cops a no show, so baby go home

[hook]
how i haven’t come around yet is beyond me
started from the d now i’m south in new orleans
bling to the ground kneel down i’m astounding
and i could weep for how cheap that talk is
for now i’m just parading through these streets like bacchus

[bridge]
so come ride
and hear the guitar cry
and watch the beat die
i’m talking crime scene tape ’round the studio n-gg-
said how the f-ck you think i’m steady getting through to you
man i don’t give a f-ck how bad your luck is you could f-ck with me
i hit them with the c’est la vie
got a problem? you could roll up good
if i could fit the whole tree in the bowl i would

[hook]
how i haven’t come around yet is beyond me
started from the d now i’m south in new orleans
bling to the ground kneel down i’m astounding
and i’m the best i don’t need no caucus
for now i’m just parading through these streets like bacchus

- johnny sam lyrics

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