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mike xaoc - harvey / the postman lyrics

intro:
yuh, naw you ain’t gotta build it up just drop it on em bro
(clears throat)

verse 1:
it’s ironic, every time i grip the mic i lowkey wanna vomit
made a promise to my fans, that i’d make music for em
but the forums telling me that i should probably stop it
and it’s tearing me apart like wallace and gromit
listen, i consider myself a walking contradiction
cuz i don’t give a f-ck about my compet-tion
or my haters, cuz i’m faded and i’m laughing in their faces
like a skater imma be late, great, i’ll see you later on
while i’m driving my fisker and wearing st. laurent
and buying jawns, heh, get on my level
shout out philly yeah you know i bleed blue and yellow
i’m a hippie and your girl looking really mellow
looking tipsy walking up saying h-llo baby
you should come to my crib and play the elbow baby
oh no, i meant the oboe, you what i meant though right?
i hope so… yeeahh, i should probably go

chorus:
baayaayyaabyy, i can’t help that you’re running through my brain
break out the cabbage, i’m so savage, come party at my place
stay all night long, play the right song, it’s been so long, turn the lights off
baayaayyaabyy, i can’t help that you’re running through my brain

verse 2:
yelling stop it, i could have bought it, with the profit that i made, a deposit, out of pocket, i took it out my wallet, feeling microscopic, so i take the dollars out my pocket, contemplating paying for some drip with my profit brah
giving me stone d-ck, medusa
i wanna take your -ss to aruba
girl lets break into the kamasutra
your mans coming up and saying “dude suh”

bridge:
babe, baby, babe, i can’t help that, babe, baby, babe, town, i can’t help that

fade to the postman
intro:
uh, i’ve been running, i’ve been running, aye, i’ve been running, i been

verse 1:
i’ve been running like the postman, dodging dogs and sh-t like im on sega
my speed is sonic, roll my ankle like some rolling papers
i’m really reckless in my ethik hoodie oh man
better tune into the program im saying all this crazy sh-t up on the record
like who better than the checkered wearing trendsetter spraying block letters on the hood of a berlinetta, imma let that settle in, (alright, stop)…. (now bring it back)

take me out the bas-m-nt bring me closer to the attic to the stars
i’m an addict for the stars yeah, talking bout them
green cigars, fancy cars, and ladies on my d-ck can’t hear the music through the static, so throw away radio
tell y’all i’m a rapper but y’all probably think i’m crazy tho
til you bump my sh-t and realize it’s so relatable
just an average joe tryna make it on my own
won’t stop til the world like

chorus:
d-mn, (d-mn)
looking like a pearl in the sand, (sand)
and he got world in his hands, (hands)
all the ladies front for the gram, (aye, aye, aye)
it’s like this bruh

it’s like d-mn, (d-mn)
turning uncle sam to a fan, (fan)
and he rock the world in his vans (vans)
all the ladies front for a gram (aye, aye, aye)
it’s like this bruh, it’s like d-mn

verse 2:
staying high like bad cholesterol
lemme tell y’all bout me getting creamed in pickup basketball
and bro i ain’t small i figured i could drown a basket after all, but after all the basketball i walked off the court and i’m like this ain’t my sport, in high school i would just board or explore or i would learn to rap or something
then i started humming and drumming, abundance of loving is coming in
im posting mclovin’ yall bumping it, hold up i’m running
postman
let me just start again, it’s hard to win, unless you practice harder, harder than harvard is
im like harvey dent, in denim mixed with venom an enemy, energy is flowing thru my anemone
hah, i’m clownin
oh yeah, back to the basketball thing
point of the story if you get caught up in the wrong thing and you lose, every morning you’ll be hitting the snooze
and rolling over just to watch some cartoons
b-tch get up, and go and do what you were destined to do
there’s n-ggas out here grinding harder than you
like what the f-ck, you doing
turn that failure sh-t into your muse, and let the postman do the job and deliver the news

chorus:
it’s like amn, (d-mn)
looking like a pearl in the sand, (sand)
and he got world in his hands, (hands)
all the ladies front for the gram, (aye, aye, aye)
it’s like this bruh

it’s like d-mn, (d-mn)
turning uncle sam to a fan, (fan)
and he rock the world in his vans (vans)
all the ladies front for a gram (aye, aye, aye)
it’s like this

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