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mars playground - mischief lyrics

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whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, hold up, what was that?
“it’s the beat you made, sir”
sounds like, wall-e busting a nut, change it up, man

mars
i don’t have the next couple bars written, so, let’s just warm it up, alright?

see, i’m a bad boy and you know it now
i go fast, boy, i don’t slow it down
i’m coming up, imma throw it down
boy, it’s going down, making punches now i’m gonna hit ’em with the hook

devil in a dress, devil in a dress
put me in a chokehold until i confess
keep it cool, life of gold, i’m a fool
and i’m sick and tired of playing by the rules, whatcha gon’ do?
i gotta relax, find my inner peace
’cause everybody see me k!lling, kitty genovese
i’ll be serious, after all these f-cking years, bro, i get it, i get it, i get it, yeah, yeah, yeah

yah
yah
“it was a nightmare”
yah
no
yah
yes
yes… no
okay
“this is a dangerous group – groups, that we’re dealing with here”
you’re correct
“prepare for launch in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 .”
i let all my ladies sport dior
repping 9 to 5 to .44
you hear footsteps in your corridor
better run, motherf-cker, we go door to door

yeah we like that
throw your shade, i hit it right back
despite that, i’m surprised you think that i’m so lazy
wilding but you made me
feeling kinda crazy
getting hot in here, imma turn up the f-cking ac

now i’m stocked, fully loaded
don’t want me to share what i’m holding
i was gonna give your secrets out, wondered whether (weather) or no to do it then i got snowden, get it? (what)
running outta fire, imma get some more
no time for the bullsh-t, i’m a matador
i don’t keep it all on paper, i ain’t getting bored
gotta represent, it’s a metaphor, homie
and if you understand, well, you understand

play the game like a guitar
warden on the bars
superstar
“excuse me, i have question
who the f-ck is mars?”

alright, i don’t blame
i’m a nerdy kid high on the summa c-m loud who
made it for the fam, yeah, my last name proud
i’m a bachelor
hop in the whip and abuse it like a slave master (what the f-ck)

yeah, that was awkward
but you can’t expect me to give you the soft serve
this my offer, i’m that author, got the right to write you off
you’re just an impostor, lord knows you got the right to talk, now
i been busy cheffing stu for the summertime
fired up and getting smoky like a number 9
off the grid and staying lowkey for like forty nights
here’s a revelation, no temptation, i’m a rap messiah

devil in a dress, devil in a dress
i confess, f-ck it i digress, f-ck it i’m the best
man at your wedding tryna get in bed and get it with the bride
eyed and bushy tailed, it’s like i never fail
do you really wanna go and do this?
nah, i just wanna show ya that i’m ruthless
ooh sh-t, who this new kid fooling with the human
race, this faceless, basic b-tch, he got a taste for mischief

got a taste for mischief

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