people under the stairs - #asapfreedumwillyum$ lyrics
i love doobies. they’re so smooth. but i’m an artist, i can’t write hit songs, but maybe you guys like what i have so far?
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
supreme, magical, microphone being
hearin’ is believin’, and seein’ is seein’
music factory i used to like the little gear
but never mind that, i got the dope for your ear
steer clear, the brand new player of the year
rhyme-sayer, back-breaker, heart-breaker
eat a eighth of veggies to keep my vision steady
and its on sight, just like that tree in teddy
keep it funky like the sp-ce ship corner introduce so a long train ride smokin’ out the cubuse
right past every side i’m from this thing called hang glide we call it air bangin’
in the air sangin’ like the brothers bissell
we chillin’ so well you keep a median right to the mediant crashin’, i was the question you’ve asked and show i get up? or should i get off? should ya get up? or should ya? drop down!
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
come on, get up, get out of the way
microphone magistrate, super break-breaker
i get deaf while the others with flakers
ditchin’ the clippers we hit the zeros like nicholas canyon
i show my boots like a o’banion
all fig and fie blues
tryin’ to find a liquor store
pumpin’ rigormortus, chris only make a cameo once every christmas
monthfully celissa
and once for the cool chap
flat tire, house ban
understand my industry hussles like a young brussel simmons fryin’ in the apple pamel mic bivid
like the michael hennison sling shot alb-m cover
instragram lat a lovers at the beach with the surf board waxed at the game
in fact so much wax the experts it’s get strain
collapse ikea won’t take him back
just hit the peach pit, b-tch chill, get a snack, man
ooh, ooh, ooh!
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