
A-1, Jeff Turner, Aqualeo | TeamBackPack Cypher Team Backpack (Ft. A-1 (Rapper), Aqualeo & Jeff Turner)
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[A-1]
I been drinkin' hard liquor way past beer
Gold, brown, black liquor way past clear
She pulled down my pants zipper way fast
We're drivin' drunk, I almost died this way last year
But maybe dyin' should be my last fear
What if a baby was cryin' and shed it's last tear
Right before it's mama got hit with this fuckin' Honda
While holdin' it and the baby just couldn't escape the crash clear
If that ever happens I hope that they take the baby and it's mommy
And wrap they bodies in cashmere, bury'em in a field of poppys
And carry'em softly in a diamond coffin that's blue aquarium glass clear
I hope they force me to stand still
Drop a piano on my head then an anvil, take my dead body to the back of a landfill
And bury me underneath all the trash that they have there
My conscience try to warn me, but I act like I can't hear
Because it's girls all on me and she sayin "Drive real fast cause my pad's near. Here."
And I'm picturin' her face as we make love wit' her legs up like a pap smear
Then I can't steer, can't think, and then I BLACK OUT!
But wake up in her house wit'a black drink.. that's weird
[Jeff Turner]
This shit is not a picnic what is new is very bland
You stick with nitwits sickened from your sewer sippin' clans
I sip elixirs mix with adrenaline from my fans
Then lick the liquid drippin' from pituitary glands
All I see is green like the wicked witch's hand
Green, like the eyes of Columbus when he gazed upon this land
Green don't grow anymore, the hour glass ran out of sand
Green is all up in the water, radiation from Japan
Inhibited wit' a profound rap, give it a soundtrack
My dividens count that, sippin' an amount that
If you do not agree you finna get hit wit' a brown.. BAT
Cause the umpire's workin' for you characters right?
Stole your flow from the radio, you're the stereotype
Crazy like Osama's killer, Obama's middle name
Hussein, we're trapped listenin' to trap wearin' two chains
Life is not a sprint it's all about endurance
FUCK A LAMBORGHINI give me medical insurance
I can't begin to tell you what I overcame, feelin' all the pain
Wanted to blow my brains, load it, BANG and the only way I discovered that I am not a victim
Is to say that I am not a fucking... person that just forgot his line but it's ok
It's the reality of what happens and it's ok
My name is not OJ, I don't slay white bitches nigga, get it while I take'em
Slap you in your fuckin' mouth my nigga assalamualaikum
I been drinkin' hard liquor way past beer
Gold, brown, black liquor way past clear
She pulled down my pants zipper way fast
We're drivin' drunk, I almost died this way last year
But maybe dyin' should be my last fear
What if a baby was cryin' and shed it's last tear
Right before it's mama got hit with this fuckin' Honda
While holdin' it and the baby just couldn't escape the crash clear
If that ever happens I hope that they take the baby and it's mommy
And wrap they bodies in cashmere, bury'em in a field of poppys
And carry'em softly in a diamond coffin that's blue aquarium glass clear
I hope they force me to stand still
Drop a piano on my head then an anvil, take my dead body to the back of a landfill
And bury me underneath all the trash that they have there
My conscience try to warn me, but I act like I can't hear
Because it's girls all on me and she sayin "Drive real fast cause my pad's near. Here."
And I'm picturin' her face as we make love wit' her legs up like a pap smear
Then I can't steer, can't think, and then I BLACK OUT!
But wake up in her house wit'a black drink.. that's weird
[Jeff Turner]
This shit is not a picnic what is new is very bland
You stick with nitwits sickened from your sewer sippin' clans
I sip elixirs mix with adrenaline from my fans
Then lick the liquid drippin' from pituitary glands
All I see is green like the wicked witch's hand
Green, like the eyes of Columbus when he gazed upon this land
Green don't grow anymore, the hour glass ran out of sand
Green is all up in the water, radiation from Japan
Inhibited wit' a profound rap, give it a soundtrack
My dividens count that, sippin' an amount that
If you do not agree you finna get hit wit' a brown.. BAT
Cause the umpire's workin' for you characters right?
Stole your flow from the radio, you're the stereotype
Crazy like Osama's killer, Obama's middle name
Hussein, we're trapped listenin' to trap wearin' two chains
Life is not a sprint it's all about endurance
FUCK A LAMBORGHINI give me medical insurance
I can't begin to tell you what I overcame, feelin' all the pain
Wanted to blow my brains, load it, BANG and the only way I discovered that I am not a victim
Is to say that I am not a fucking... person that just forgot his line but it's ok
It's the reality of what happens and it's ok
My name is not OJ, I don't slay white bitches nigga, get it while I take'em
Slap you in your fuckin' mouth my nigga assalamualaikum
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