Carnival Pivot Gang (Ft. Benjamin Earl Turner & Sylvan LaCue)
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[Intro: Joseph Chilliams]
Ha, yeah, yeah, check
Check, check, yo, mhm, aha
Hey, ho
Ayy, where my Common fans at? Haha
It's, it's, where is it at, though?
[Verse 1: Joseph Chilliams]
Life is like a carnival
Niggas pull up deeper than a dish from Giordano's, bro
She bad as fuck if I'ma go, I don't got baby mamas, though
I'm four-for-four, chill as fuck, just like my persona, bro
Accomplishin' all kinda goals, catch ya like the common cold
Well-connected like the pope
Hide the dope, smokin' hidden leaves like they Naruto
We outside of this harvest, though, make me nut like Sandy Cheeks
I go harder than Gaara go, stunt when I feel horrible
[Verse 2: Saba]
Yeah, I'm doin' damage like the armor low, you dodgin' smoke
Like a kid at dinner, skip that artichoke
I'm master of the aqua-flow
I kick it, they copy, though, they follow me like I'm a troll
She slippery like we went too far out while we was tryna bowl
Pivot gang, the honorable
Drop a classic like I'm Dr. Dre around the chronic smoke
Uncommon as a common dog around a pack of common wolves
Who's a fan of Common? Every sonnet need a Tylenol
Sick shit, kinda raw
Comin' off the bench, I told my mans an' them it was time to ball
This on par with Final Four
They say, "Who the best?" I raise my hand as if my arm was sore
Still alive, keepin' my eyes to the sky like I'm Ray Charles
Ha, yeah, yeah, check
Check, check, yo, mhm, aha
Hey, ho
Ayy, where my Common fans at? Haha
It's, it's, where is it at, though?
[Verse 1: Joseph Chilliams]
Life is like a carnival
Niggas pull up deeper than a dish from Giordano's, bro
She bad as fuck if I'ma go, I don't got baby mamas, though
I'm four-for-four, chill as fuck, just like my persona, bro
Accomplishin' all kinda goals, catch ya like the common cold
Well-connected like the pope
Hide the dope, smokin' hidden leaves like they Naruto
We outside of this harvest, though, make me nut like Sandy Cheeks
I go harder than Gaara go, stunt when I feel horrible
[Verse 2: Saba]
Yeah, I'm doin' damage like the armor low, you dodgin' smoke
Like a kid at dinner, skip that artichoke
I'm master of the aqua-flow
I kick it, they copy, though, they follow me like I'm a troll
She slippery like we went too far out while we was tryna bowl
Pivot gang, the honorable
Drop a classic like I'm Dr. Dre around the chronic smoke
Uncommon as a common dog around a pack of common wolves
Who's a fan of Common? Every sonnet need a Tylenol
Sick shit, kinda raw
Comin' off the bench, I told my mans an' them it was time to ball
This on par with Final Four
They say, "Who the best?" I raise my hand as if my arm was sore
Still alive, keepin' my eyes to the sky like I'm Ray Charles
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