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high definition balls, pt. 2 - johnny silverhams lyrics

[verse 1: johnny silverhams]
high definition, what do you want
raising suspicion, money i flaunt
cook in the kitchen, bars in a font
learn the addition, math will haunt
low definition, seeing is hard
single condition, i ain’t get barred
they be magicians, i need a guard
come to fruition, playin my card
look at this boy on his tippy toes
seein’ success be like “give me those”
droppin’ that album with songs i chose
wearin’ a pink suit, hittin’ a pose
johnny and jack, dynamic duo
droppin’ songs, small like pluto
boutta blow up, shows what you know
speaking of planets, we on mars like bruno
listen to the project, tell me what you rate
did it suck or was it great
writing songs, i be up till late
i got bars, and you say “wait”
[chorus: johnny silverhams & jack raven]
high definition b*lls
officer of law like my name is saul
carrying bags while shoppin’ round mall
and my phonе off the rails like gettin’ calls
low dеfinition p*ssy, cause i ain’t got none
i’m a virgin for life, bro, is that all you got
j x j, we make good sh*t
you think we done? we just started b*tch
listen to me, and listen to jack
hearing the first, boutta run it back
first time i was proud of a track
on part 2, boutta make a rack
4k resolution, i’m a smart fella
just sent johnny this acapella
called this girl called stella
but i’m pretty sure she’s a fart smella

[verse 2: jack raven]
woah, this beat is sick
wonder who made it, maybe that turkish b*tch
after all, he do be my discord kitty
took his shirt off, and his tits lookin pretty’
sorry for calling you a b*tch, couldn’t find a rhyme
remember you can always call me 4 am at night
i might be writing straight fire, straight heat
but i will f*ck you harder than i f*ck this beat
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
catch a sucker by his b*lls
you think that’s silly?
b*tch, you don’t understand
now let me finish cook before i shoot your head
johnny x jack, highest definition prime
we the best duo, we don’t drink no f*cking prime
i ain’t no goon, i don’t leak no lil nas x
pop, pop, pop, spilled my juice all on your face
[chorus: johnny silverhams & jack raven]
high definition b*lls
officer of law like my name is saul
carrying bags while shoppin’ round mall
and my phone off the rails like gettin’ calls
low definition p*ssy, cause i ain’t got none
i’m a virgin for life, bro, is that all you got
j x j, we make good sh*t
you think we done? we just started b*tch
listen to me, and listen to jack
hearing the first, boutta run it back
first time i was proud of a track
on part 2, boutta make a rack
4k resolution, i’m a smart fella
just sent johnny this acapella
called this girl called stella
but i’m pretty sure she’s a fart smella

[verse 3: johnny silverhams & jack raven]
why we need a part two? i say why not
writing down some lyrics in my notes that i jot
the bars don’t need no meaning, as long as there’s thought
i be going up in front, don’t put me on the spot
put me on the spot, baby, i can get it over
if i see a baby i’ll make sure to run it over
hit the boy so hard, d*mn, now i just feel bad
reading these fire bars off my notepad
be droppin off these bars like a bus to a school
listen to the flow, gettin better, yeah we rule
i be droppin halloween songs, i’m a ghoul
don’t you try and trick me, know i ain’t a fool
i know i ain’t a fool but i got fooled twice
it happened years ago when i got on vice
was talking to a girl, or at least i thought
when she took her pants off i seen a huge c*ck
[chorus: johnny silverhams & jack raven]
high definition b*lls
officer of law like my name is saul
carrying bags while shoppin’ round mall
and my phone off the rails like gettin’ calls
low definition p*ssy, cause i ain’t got none
i’m a virgin for life, bro, is that all you got
j x j, we make good sh*t
you think we done? we just started b*tch
listen to me, and listen to jack
hearing the first, boutta run it back
first time i was proud of a track
on part 2, boutta make a rack
4k resolution, i’m a smart fella
just sent johnny this acapella
called this girl called stella
but i’m pretty sure she’s a fart smella

- johnny silverhams lyrics

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