Cigarette Break Cal Scruby
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[Chorus]
Everythin' I write is like an essay (Like an essay)
Intro, body, and the outro segue
I don't give a fuck a' what your ex say (What your ex say)
It's two sides to the whole shit like a cassette tapes
She don't carry nothin' but some dead weight (But some dead weight)
Bring it to your door I can ship it to you next day
I can see through you like a x-ray (Like a x-ray)
If you want smoke we can take a cigarette break
[Verse 1]
You are not a shooter I ain't jumpin' at your head fake, bitch
Look at my belt, it's a dead snake (Snake)
I don't save hoes, I don't gotta red cape
Make a bed break, leave her walkin' like it's leg day
Renegade, this ain’t Em and Jay
Never been afraid, let me demonstrate
I confront the problem, it went away
Put one on your jaw like it's MMA
You would sign a deal for like 10K
And tell the internet that you gettin' paid
Layin' low in the cut like a sensei
I feel like I'm MJ in the 10th grade
How you got the gold playin' JV?
I'll go hit the road like it's game three
Book a show, hit a hundred C notes like who said "The boy can't sing", huh?
Everythin' I write is like an essay (Like an essay)
Intro, body, and the outro segue
I don't give a fuck a' what your ex say (What your ex say)
It's two sides to the whole shit like a cassette tapes
She don't carry nothin' but some dead weight (But some dead weight)
Bring it to your door I can ship it to you next day
I can see through you like a x-ray (Like a x-ray)
If you want smoke we can take a cigarette break
[Verse 1]
You are not a shooter I ain't jumpin' at your head fake, bitch
Look at my belt, it's a dead snake (Snake)
I don't save hoes, I don't gotta red cape
Make a bed break, leave her walkin' like it's leg day
Renegade, this ain’t Em and Jay
Never been afraid, let me demonstrate
I confront the problem, it went away
Put one on your jaw like it's MMA
You would sign a deal for like 10K
And tell the internet that you gettin' paid
Layin' low in the cut like a sensei
I feel like I'm MJ in the 10th grade
How you got the gold playin' JV?
I'll go hit the road like it's game three
Book a show, hit a hundred C notes like who said "The boy can't sing", huh?
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