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theyear - small town lyrics

24 karot
24 karot
michael bag zipped up
bout to hit the strip up
blowing all the money that she got from her inheritance
new york strips and asparagus
should i really dip my tip in gold
let me flick my bic and smoke
let’s me sip and flip my soul
this the chick that gets me home
bout to let my guard down
tell her pull the car round
baby i’m a star now
called out caller id oh now you wanna call now
her high heels off still fall down
ball out
credit card out
money ain’t a prob now
got it all solved now
til’ i go to jail for the credit card fraud now motherf-cker
(chorus)
but it’s all good, we all chillin
and my head’s been swelling
thank god for tall cielings
been lost, but caught meaning
so why you tripping for?
if you think this sh-t is dissin’ you should listen more
on one condition though
give me the city so i don’t have to ask permission for
i’m a first edition, though
fictional rappers act oh so typical
i’m mythical, the pinnacle
despicable
war criminal
unforgivable with these syllables
irresistible
i’m the best, you f-cking imbeciles
you’re having apparitions, still?
i’m a habitual offender, k!ll
dismember phil
and paint my name in blood upon your windowsill
the hospitals hospitable
expendable
ain’t finished still
and the sh-t that you’ve been spitting is like genocide
when i’m finished all you’ve written seems undignified
i’m glorified i’ve been inside your poor design
i’m borderline crazy but i’ll just let the courts decide

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