mr. master - there he go go go lyrics
[prod. by mr. master]
[intro: mr. master]
yesco
young electric sign company
get your name up in lights one time
[verse 1: mr. master]
ooo now they gon’ get me banned after this one
newsletter to your fans end up in spam when you send ’em
they all get down when i enter. they all get up when i tell ’em. squeaky cleanest of records but on the mic, i’m a felon
man, i go eighteen dummy like i stay in the bay
i was born in diego, i live and die in la
they always ask me why i’m tryna stay inside all day
but i go all around the world long as my wifi’s okay
go stupid
[chorus: mr. master]
sippin’, swervin’, surfin’, writin’, sittin’, smokin’ weed
we ain’t ever tryna take it any further than we need
y’all’re sweatin’, tryn’ correct it, make it perfect as can be
we just get it how we want it, put it out
and then we see that sh-t just
go
[verse 2: mr. master]
yeah, i think i hit the lotto with this
i got a cosmo columnist givin’ me all of her tips
y’all’re callin’ it quits, i’m more like oliver twist
your girl collagen her lips. it looks so wrong when you kiss
i go to college in the ridge. you see me walk on reseda
y’all go down like aaliyah. never found like amelia
know i go 1800 jose cuervo tequila
but i’m the designated driver. only sober one in here
i do my dance like i’m rerun. what’s happening?
packin’ the place front to back and
i accidentally an alb-m, y’all just record y’all reaction
psp patapon rappin’. can’t get these samples for free
hot chili pepper. i’m redder. thornberry wildin’ like flea
i’m past independent. sealand residential
ski mask got him thinkin’ he can p-ss for the devil
ease back ‘fore you end up sleestak’d. get you lost
feedback from the microphone. i vaudeville hook you off
take that ultra to the face. put me in my place
swingin’ hollywood. hit up pastor mase. pc master race
we adapt to change. darwin knew i could
carlin on the stage. wardrobe all the same
i don’t sell my sp-ce to advertisin’ snakes
she on me like trey. neighbors know my name
did her yamaguchi. hit it then i skate, like who want it today?
i lost all this weight. now i’m feelin’ great
after picture take. y’all’re all before. that’s how it’ll stay
i’m good
[chorus: mr. master]
sippin’, swervin’, surfin’, writin’, sittin’, smokin’ weed
we ain’t ever tryna take it any further than we need
y’all’re sweatin’, tryn’ correct it, make it perfect as can be
we just get it how we want it, put it out
and then we see that sh-t just
go
[verse 3: mr. master]
i stay cool, calm, collected. all my jewels on. i’m flexin’
jacked this whole flow from raskit
check the westwood for reference
i still did it ‘cause i can best it
all this hate. not very effective
watch old film noir detectives
like i wanna be like that in the present
ballot stuffed. swung the election
every hotel that i check in
overlook soon as i step in
bust the door down with a weapon
like lemme axe you a question
all the cast seek direction
guess i have to direct it. also act, write and edit
i do pre- and post-production in my sleep like it’s nothin’
evel knievel the way i’m stuntin’. i just cleared like fifteen buses
they confuse me with a pumpkin. i don’t see the resemblance
i just saved the entire planet using only the power of friendship
all the fans didn’t want it to end yet
they want another network to reboot it
i would rather just see somethin’ die
than see somethin’ dead tryna keep on movin’
like what y’all doin’?
thought it was hard to be fooled by an optical illusion
but i guess it’s actually not that hard if you’re all that stupid
my conehead look like kkk
hopped up out the bed like i’ma have me a good day today
but the stuxnet from the government
just f-cked up my whole database
that’s psa. that’s zero day
we noise pollutin’, that’s frito-lay
it’s all a simulated video game like elon say, ayy (ayy)
double o seven. no better
drop pot like ai weiwei. y’all icejj
refried pop gettin’ popped back into the microwave
shame, shame. coach-lla gon’ have to go get a
new act for the final day
i’ma cancel so i can stay underground
stay true, and keep p-ssing my life away ayy
[chorus + outro: mr. master]
sippin’, swervin’, surfin’, writin’, sittin’, smokin’ weed
we ain’t ever tryna take it any further than we need
y’all’re sweatin’, tryn’ correct it, make it perfect as can be
we just get it how we want it, put it out
and then we see that sh-t just
go
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