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3 years - scotty frys lyrics

carl sagan soundbite intro

verse 1:

been ready to die, been ready to fly
but heaven ain’t ready, cause i’m not their guy
my heart gone hard, don’t even try
to change my aim, or change the lane
embrace the strange
to chase the change, and waste the lames
takin a risk, from breakin my wrist
to makin a disk, that’ll make em dig this
got abduct*ed, by the third kind, back in 3rd grade
needle in my head, they said, be our mind slave
hold no remorse for no lives
family ain’t fam, cut all the ties
they try to disguise, hate in their eyes
i’m chasin my brother with various knives
scotty, you crazy
d*mn straight
trick me again, i’ll be going jail
cause at least in a cell, i’m not jail bait
pardon the rumors as part of the truth
mostly the future but part of the youth
drunk in the booth & drunk in my class
but grades so good, i’m still gon pass
f*ck first, then i’m leavin her fast
she need good head, mind, waist & ass
waste of time, if she lack the cast
body unmatched, brain unsurpassed
race is no issue, no goddess i pass
eyes on my zipper, don’t mind if i ask
do what you doin, we’ll see if it lasts
i’m feelin like doom, just minus the mask
hook:
as a young kid, i ain’t like school, but i still went
as a young man, i ain’t like bills, but i paid rent
gimme 3 years & i’ll have 5 whips with the same tint
gimme 3 years & i’ll have 5 whips with the same tint

verse 2:

with a little miss thing who’s up in minnesota
type of queen, that a king need
i went ahead & told her
tryin fix her momma’s cancer
when i can, i’ll be that answer
get a mistress out some dancer
i’m an impatient romancer
when i know chicks, in the atl
so fine as h*ll, with my attention
couple west coast chicks, that i would a d*ck
if i really failed to mention
texas, to cali, to oregon, to boot
georgia, to cincy, to florida too
stretchin their mind, while flexing my grind
i’m a one man team and they’re loving the crew
see an empire, like a pimp sire, what a pimp say
no one my section approaching my wave
most of them prayin i’m close to my grave
good luck, goes to you dudes
paid all my dues, who cares if i’m rude
got nothing to prove, and nothing to lose
i’m doing it still to be iller than you
pen is for k!llin, you need penicillin
hands to the ceiling, that’s really revealing
knowin my word, when shows occur
they go observe & show the herd
i’m bout to emerge, i been on the verge
it’s time to reserve, this life i deserve
scotty 2 hotty in wrestling verbs
wresting my case, my wave’s the word
hook:
as a young kid, i ain’t like school, but i still went
as a young man, i ain’t like bills, but i paid rent
gimme 3 years & i’ll have 5 whips with the same tint
gimme 3 years & i’ll have 5 whips with the same tint

outro:
prolly an overestimate
give me a year and a half

- scotty frys lyrics

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