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rocket fuel - flucee lyrics

[verse 1]
i’ma true f*cking boss and i grub on lasagna
i don’t see no way that i could ever be stopped
it is cool if you step to me thinking i’m soft
cus i pop any p*ssy whether smaller or large
not even my mom knows the problems i’ve started
i look like a martian by those who will target
cus they cannot find me like the vapes in the night
i am back on that timing, popped tabs and i’m flying
i trip to rewind *n*lyzing the change in the eyes
cus a k!ller must hide, sh*t, i miswrote that line
i meant that it is wise to say he took a hike
or sh*t, maybe he died, could’ve been suicide
got the heart of a lion with b*lls of goliath
an untested fighter, i dare you to try me
to you, i’m defiant, could set you on fire
and use you to light the blunt getting me higher
i’m broke and unhappy, my hunger is clapping
the north’s getting colder so back to the rapping
i had a whole album, was ass so i scr*pped it
i picked the pen back up last week, now i’m snapping
i’m sad cus i can’t understand what had happened
it’s all coming to me like i am attractive
i swear there’s a spirit inside of me packing
a smack to my ass so my pen be attacking
[hook]
i’m on that rocket fuel
i’m on that rocket fuel, b*tch
don’t tell me what not to do
or tell me how i should do this
you act like you got the proof
and all of you soft ass a b*tch
i do what i gotta do
while i’m on that rocket fuel, b*tch

[verse 2]
maybe i’ll start trapping weed again
maybe i’ll attempt a beat again
f*ck the sky redo, deleted it
back to giving my all to the dream i’m in
turned the beacon back on, got it beaming
been weaning off the depression, i’m screaming
that i give power to the will i’m redeeming
can you see that i am scheming to flea again
now you know i could shoot some bl!cks all up in your sh*t
put the clip in and then i’ma f*cking blast you, b*tch
like i’m hitting a l!ck and your ass is soaking up in p*ss
then i’ma stomp the p*ssy b*tch so he never alive again
know i’m on mafia time, i’m on that f*cking blood sh*t
this isn’t me repping bloods but we can see some blood quick
introverted when i am public, liable to hit a switch
i’m a 10 though, kong, no nintendo, the rocket will never miss
see, i’d hoped to be zooted but was confronted with truth
you need to give your f*cking life to the sh*t or you finna lose
so that is the plan, soon i’m landing upon the moon
to lock myself in the booth and do what the f*ck i’ll prove
the rocket tape had a few of tracks with the autotune
but it’s seeming like the mood we in is getting lyrical
i can pick and i can choose whatever i wanna do
with this mic that i abuse and i spit like i’m pac or juice
[hook]
i’m on that rocket fuel
i’m on that rocket fuel, b*tch
don’t tell me what not to do
or tell me how i should do this
you act like you got the proof
and all of you soft ass a b*tch
i do what i gotta do
while i’m on that rocket fuel, b*tch

[verse 3]
ain’t n0body aware of the f*cking time that i been on
dedicated like tha carter, don’t cry when you know i’m better
i’m a king and i was sneezing at your sh*t like i am nasir
the d*ck is b.i.g., i’m notorious til the sky clear
goats are listening and they plotting on the right time to
fly me out to meet, sit me down and tell me to sign here
i don’t give a f*ck about a spot except the top, dear
so beam me up scotty so the rocket can have all ears

- flucee lyrics

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