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been wolf - curbside jones lyrics

[intro: dibia$e]
“oh man. i’m was a, a underdog that, that stayed on his grind y’know what i’m saying and uh y’know made… opened his own door walked to the drum of my own beat.”

[verse 1: curbside jones]
the general consensus is that i’m defenseless (i’m defenseless)
that’s a female german shepard in heat
with all the windows rolled up
the perseverance relentless, every wolf as my witness
did i say wolf?
i meant sheep, d-mn, hol’ up
i heard once you go wolf
full moons get more significant
staring from this lonely farm
becoming more omnipotent
thinking back to the time i lost one of my close friends
at his funeral trying to transfer life to his cold hands
didn’t shed a tear out of fear of being a sheep
i felt him looking down saying
“d-mn i thought our love was deep.”
gone before eighteen
so i can’t talk about a legacy
let me see how these hand-me-down clothes
fit my pedigree
put my best foot forward
whether it’s jordan slide or oxford
wing-toed chariot swing low
the phantom of the opera
told us shoot for the stars
and then they clipped our wings like icarus
for all my sheep that scripture this
i hope they can picture this

[hook 1: curbside jones]
what you gon’ do
when these wolves come through?
hiding in the night
they coming for you, i said
what you gon’ do
when these wolves come through?
hiding in plain site
they coming for you, i said
what you gon’ do
when these wolves come through?
hiding in the night
they coming for you, i said
what you gon’ do
when these wolves come through?
hiding in plain site
they coming for you

[interlude: martin]
“gina how can you say that? you know i respect you.”
“then you go out there and you tell your friends what’s real.”
“what a minute, dammit. what’s real between me and you ain’t none of their business!”
“so what you’re saying is that you’ll respect me in private but not in public?”
“gina!”
“fine it’s over martin!”
“whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa!”

[verse 2: curbside jones]
ain’t no red riding hood
tippin’ down in this vacinity
it’s fine to be a wolf
ever since i lost my virginity
to a bird at thirteen
who promised me the world
hunting her eggs on the side
to no surprise he was a squirrel
so you ain’t gotta do the math
to understand what he was hurting for
didn’t want to breakup
cause she said, “it would hurt me more.” (skrr skrr)
hope those new clothes can match the heart of my wool (ok!)
cause that wasn’t the last time that i was played for the fool
like d-mn (talk to ’em)
how did i end up talking to his chick?
dummy ammend her
now she wants me to hit (skrr skrr)
could’ve been my baby momma
now she wanna get back with me
new chick got tenure
no more sp-ce on my faculty
had a ring on her finger
and some feelings that lingered
had visions of boxing her man
live on jerry springer
can’t be a captain save a garden tool for ya eden
she said she caught him cheating
now it’s time to get even, d-mn

[hook 2: curbside jones]
it’s like
what you gonna do
when them wolves come through? (skrr skrr)
hiding in the night
and they coming for you, i said
what you gonna do
when them wolves come through? (skrr skrr)
hiding in plain site
they coming for you

[verse 3: curbside jones]
just a sheep in wolf’s clothing (clothing!)
peep the baggage i’m holding (i’m holding!)
painted in goyard
anxiety as i’m posing (i’m posing!)
life’s mona lisa
gotta find a wall to pin her on
no squares in this pentagon
stay in tune to the sinner’s song, like

[hook 2: curbside jones]
what you gonna do
when them wolves come through? (whoop!)
hiding in the night
and they coming for you, i said (squad, squad, squad)
what you gonna do
when them wolves come through? (skrr skrr)
hiding in plain site
they coming for you (skrr skrr)

[poetry: 7¢ herm]
no…
nah nah nah nah!
now you know we all done met ’em
jive mother lovers!
you now the ones…
flossin’ with this!
bossin’ like that!
always on the scene
but brotha man
we know you like crabs know sand
and how sheeps know lambs
bad boy gloves on in the trans-am
he wanna be a wolf
but his fur’s a little prissy
worried ’bout his clothes, ho’s, and golds
his soul missin’!
portrayed a cold villain
underneath soft paws and woolen mittens
looking for a place, sp-ce to sp-ce
hoping ain’t no irl’s that hit the wave

- curbside jones lyrics

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