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mischa - cruise control lyrics

[intro: mischa]
hmmmmmmmmm

[verse 1]
who’s there, with the knock, knock?
buggin’, yo “what’s up doc?”
mischa snappin’ so long
you can see my jaws locked
rappin’ in my dreams
wonder if you hear me sleep talk
puttin’ on them shows
one, two, when i sleep walk
got a soft spot
like a baby’s head top
thought i’d make a record
that doubles as a ted talk
tired of the nonsense
sick of all the toxins
comment section blowin’ up
just to add to content
they typing but unconscious
now they unresponsive
then they cryin’ to me
but this ain’t johnson and johnson
got a lot to say
no teleprompter, no screenplay
i’m first, second, third and fourth on this relay
catch me makin’ squeeze plays, with oj freshly squeezed please
icy thoughts they sorbet, 2 scoops, brain freeze
they benz like mercedes
puff pastry, flakies
not cuttin’ any corners
not even when i’m mainstream
[bridge]
file all my feelings under bottles of the wine
whatchu see, where you been?
it gets better over time
it gets better over time
it gets better

[verse 2]
j on the beat so you know it b on replay
this was just the foreplay
only time i delay
packers keep on packin’ and that isn’t word to green bay
catch ’em in the cheap seats
wildin’ with the cheapskates
why you needy?
people want a handout and a freebie
palms up, gross sisters on the tv
tryin’ to clear my mind, martini act a squeegee
tell you that i’m gouda, but not cheesy
done gave you that leeway, time to hit the freeway
used to call you papi now these b+tches call me padre
and shoutout to mi madre
a lot of you should repay
cause she was standin’ at your shows and now you all m.i.a
know that she’s la reina
no tippin’ over jenga
watch me cover ground like i’m doing the macarena
now it’s ah, ah, ah
i just mean, i thought, thought you’d hit me up
now we clean sweep
back to basics, delete
asics on straight defeat
this is just the preheat, no reheat
whippin’ with my techniques
schrute farms, fresh beets
bottle up my sauce but you’ll never get the recipe
ah, ah, ah
why they robi+testin’ me?
pearson with their looks
lester b, optometry
ali baba, gate keeper and it’s open sesame
got my cruise control on, tom or penelope
ayy
tom or penelope
got my cruise control on, tom or penelope
tom or penelope
got my cruise control on and i’m out

- mischa lyrics

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