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marc goone - yung khaleesi lyrics

[verse 1: marc goone]
young diplodocus
opposite of focused
wake up load the bowl and hope that i compose an opus
smoking loco doses same color as hulk and locusts
sulkin’ low esteem
so dopamine is needed overdosage
so precocious know this
that my flows is so ferocious
oh sh-t here’s a toast to folks who said i was a joke and hopeless
y’all got inflated numbers
bunch of sammy sosa’s
a few of you in every city like some ponderosas
i know i’m supposed to blow the roller coaster gettin’ closer
won’t blow up in st. louis ’till i move out to hermosa
so let me pose a question ’cause i’m sing-song
i’m kim jong to ding dongs who think hip-hop has been gone
y’all is asinine, go m-st-rbate your flaccid minds
it’s fappin’ time, been flagellated with saturated cr-ppy rhymes
that’s why i’m here
when you graduate from cashing dimes and gravitate to real
i’ll tell you get your f-cking -ss in line
i’m ready for my time to shine
you get on because your city, i’ll get on in spite of mine
bottom line i’m all about the “i” like iodine
i’m dyin’ inside, i’m high, i’m flying
my own worst enemy i am mine
i simply tend to be sedentary like i’m a centipede
but i vehemently defend my tendencies
will you remember me like i’m a kennedy
obscenities cover the inner me
i’m condescending and befriend to better me
somebody tell me that we were not meant to be simply ent-ties for the infinity

[hook]
i know it’s coming, yeah i know it’s coming
ooh i know it’s coming to me
every day i feel i’m running, sacrifice like bunting
but i’m moving nowhere it seems
i know it’s coming, yeah i know its coming
ooh i know its coming to me
now i don’t have nothing but fire in my stomach
something like a yung khaleesi

[verse 2]
hey yo, you always been an awkward dude
how could you pursue it?
aren’t you jewish? shouldn’t you be on the other side of music?
i’m like “stop it dude, you’re talking to a goone without a lot to lose”
in my noggin got a lot of screws inside that’re slidin’ loose
and hip-hop is not defined there’s not a box of rules
but i’m trying to bend them anyway
young hemingway trying to sing it many ways
any day, i know that i’ll blow but ’til then i’ll wait
the opposite of confident
and i’m convinced that i’m completely incompetent in matters of the common
the problem is that now i’m in hip-hop i’m seeking compliments
my confidence is tied into my rhyming
never was popular i come across as c-cky overcompensating
not about to let you see me doubt it
but i gotta be more calculated countin’ down to compensation
conversations now about my wallet
like “how do you stay on your feet workin’ one day out the week?”
explain to momma the amount of pot that i’ma slang a week
i’m aiming for the peak
i can’t decide if i’m climbing not to see the world
but so they see me
act a 31 yet you refer to me as dumb
f-a-c-t by 31 i’ll basically be flirting with retirement
another thing to master and grow tired with
there i go again dabbling with fire but

- marc goone lyrics

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