#monkeybars - eazy mac lyrics
[verse 1/ eazy mac]
yeah
it’s eazy young frank sinatra
my car self parks while i drink the vodka
my weed comes from sp*ce you can taste the star dust
how i always win is my favourite mantra
you should never play with monsters
you’ll end up in a lake or a bas*m*nt locker
what’s on my place taking eggs and lobsters
what’s on this plate some amazing pastas
so much food on my chinny chin chin
they get in a bad mood when winning win win, yeah
sad news for you kitty kid kids
thinking that you can’t loose now it’s really grim grim
thinking that you’re sway lee but you’re really slim jim
or
jayz but you’re really his kids
you’re
not a boss i design the business
you can suck my d*ck i reply to b*tches
and
when you see the size of this d*ck it’s scientific not science fiction
it can touch the clouds yeah the sky’s the limits
plus it’s good for you like vitamin is
they all know i’m high and different
never had to try and fit in
raised by family guy and simpsons
wayfarer told me by this infant
woah woah woah woah
don’t go there
nose hairs burned down from the coke shared
with a groupie in saint louis now we’re both staring
out the window with the blanket thinking thinking, thinking
all this little pill keep on falling on me
pick em up nice and then call the lobby
(we need more sprite and halal salami)
play down now you massage this mommy
[bridge]
the money, the power, the gold
i’ve come to devour the vault
roll with the pack of the wolfs
you do not matter the most
all of my enemies hoes
we make them ghosts
slay them like david winstons
get in the sp*ceship and psew
[verse 2/cal scruby]
off we go as the rocky roads the road get rocky run another coffee blowing
vivants by chance can you spot me though until my soul gets sold i’ll be awfully broke
there’s a moral to the story that cannot be told about the ones on the top how they copy flow
from the raps of the side and the spot below i’ll take anybody beef make a sloppy joe
okay
take another look at the menu
never sold out but i sell out the venue
bottom of the pill bottle tell what i’ve been through
so everyday i wonder if i wanna continue
b*tches on my telephone tell me to send nudes
i can’t now i’m playing nintendo with ten dudes
and i’m off at the benzo
my friend drew’s dad got a stash like gardner minshew
long hair looking like a p*rn star now
i could prolly get a phone call now just to make him say wow
cal really got his sh*t together
least a f*cking drug addict but he’s rich forever
and it’s crazy his car got crimson leather
he got customs plates they let him pick the letters
he got a d*ck implant the bigger the better
the only girl he can fit in like six foot seven
man look
i know you listen every project
never get the concept
content too complex too conscious
converse context too much to process
all you do is talk sh*t, little b*tch
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