
Zorak Cavanaugh
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[Verse 1: Serengeti]
Yeah, just stuntin' on it
Father-in-law's mad, and mad space booty
Display rockers case I had groupies named Suzie
Tropical and transparent, all even like a ruby
Courtroom drama in a coming-of-age movie
Treat the ladies well, warm chest in a 'cuzzi
I know we just met, just come for like a hammock net
Backward chains, baby wet, don't forget your turtleneck
It's cold like a rain check or being outdated technology
[Hook: Open Mike Eagle and Serengeti]
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining? (Technology)
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
(Technology)
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
(Yeah)
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
Yeah, feel my nervous, mic my heartbeat
I write with sharpies like I'm Mike McCarthy
Reffin' fights between lights and darkies
And my malarkey's all in checkered
Old emotions dissolve collectives
The hero fell so we should call detectives
The old wind's blowin' me in all directions
Yeah, just stuntin' on it
Father-in-law's mad, and mad space booty
Display rockers case I had groupies named Suzie
Tropical and transparent, all even like a ruby
Courtroom drama in a coming-of-age movie
Treat the ladies well, warm chest in a 'cuzzi
I know we just met, just come for like a hammock net
Backward chains, baby wet, don't forget your turtleneck
It's cold like a rain check or being outdated technology
[Hook: Open Mike Eagle and Serengeti]
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining? (Technology)
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
(Technology)
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
How the fuck is I'm entertaining?
(Yeah)
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
Yeah, feel my nervous, mic my heartbeat
I write with sharpies like I'm Mike McCarthy
Reffin' fights between lights and darkies
And my malarkey's all in checkered
Old emotions dissolve collectives
The hero fell so we should call detectives
The old wind's blowin' me in all directions
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