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marcus smith - mf bassoon lyrics

[verse 1]
h+llo h+llo feel the need to introduce
it’s true, this is the third but in case i’m new to you
i’m marcus smith, its a pleasure to meet ya
treat the beat like meat from arthur treacher’s
eat that sh+t up til i’m l!cking my hands clean
dad jeans and ass creams i don’t give an eff, all
previous perceptions, i am getting rid, i’m
that nerdy black rapper who be slacking on his sit+ups
git up git out and git something to drink
kinda parched from the fire that’s escaping my t++th
you see i came a long way from the year i used to cash checks
heartbreak, cold summer, and bad sеx
back to normal who would’ve thought i’d be back up in it
like whеn i finished three burritos 25 minutes
jelly+fishing but you see i’m not a loser
abuse every track like a user, woo sir

[chorus]
i said i’m feeling way better than i did back then
now i’m living life again
i said i’m feeling way better than i did back then
now i’m living life again
i said now i’m living life again (uh)
i’m living life again
said now i’m living life again
now i’m living life again
[verse 2]
things changed since the last time you saw me, yes
happily married, in the case that you were curious
but you ain’t even gotta worry, uh
cuz we found that golden ayesha and steph curry love
right there? that’s wife right there
that’s coming home at night to cook rice right there
that’s shopping at ikea buying knives like yeah
and we got each others back no thinking twice right there
cuz when it seems life sucks like a dyson
she lift me up like aang’s flying bison (appa!)
and this is how you know i know i picked the right one
ain’t gotta think about that sh+t its just
true blue scooby doo, what we do
is inimitable, physical, critically acclaimed
the fame and fortune, platinum records ain’t the dream
so shouts one time because she took my last name like

[verse 3]
we set the game ablaze, yo they cannot hold a candle
black kid from the burbs, wearing ankle socks and sandals
and there’s no manners, rude boy, lights, camera
(action!) i’m acting, act two, d+mn, tragic
mic sk!lls so s+xy that sh+ts magic
so ackbar on a beat man it’s trap sh+t
tee, hee, call me mcgee
i’m a verbal maniac on a track, you see
usain, my brain, insane, no games
just rhames, i ving, wait, rhymes i mean (we have the meats!)
that’s my scene, i’ve seemed to call cut
envious b+tches turn green as a thing of nuts
got all these bandages covering papercuts
i got it. do you? i’m so global guts
i work copious, never home enough
feeling older but, i’m still holding up

- marcus smith lyrics

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