[Verse 1: Allday]
Man, I keep it one thousand
Mine is higher than a mountain
Haters just wait for my album
'Cause I feel that it might corral them
Now, I'm so bad that I wrote the damn book
My old hood loves me, shout to Blackwood
First the heads shook and then the hands shook
In my presence, guess I am just that good
And they sook, "No fair, his hair's long
Looks like he's on heroin, how'd he get on?"
I'm a phenom so use your melon
I wipe the floor with you 'til the smell's gone
Smoking that fresh lawn
Kill your whole buzz and then yawn
All CP and your soul needs me
So I'm here, Mr. Alldeezy, go
[Chorus: Stardust]
Ooh, baby
I feel right, the music sounds better with you
Love might bring us back together
[Verse 2: Allday]
Man, I keep it one trillion
Hotter than a fucking Brazilian
Watch the throne my bum's sitting in
I'm not like you, I'm much different
I'm Prince Charles, maybe a little Manson
My appearance may be a little Hansen
Tryna be in a mansion, real accent
Work hard and your dreams will happen
I'm still lappin' dudes in the rat race
Writing these raps in my bat cave
Now tell me how my goddamn sack tastes
I just want stacks like pancakes
Uh, what the hell should I tell them?
When do I relent? Seldom
Tryna make good songs and sell them
Hipsters rhyme better, hmm, you're welcome
Man, I keep it one thousand
Mine is higher than a mountain
Haters just wait for my album
'Cause I feel that it might corral them
Now, I'm so bad that I wrote the damn book
My old hood loves me, shout to Blackwood
First the heads shook and then the hands shook
In my presence, guess I am just that good
And they sook, "No fair, his hair's long
Looks like he's on heroin, how'd he get on?"
I'm a phenom so use your melon
I wipe the floor with you 'til the smell's gone
Smoking that fresh lawn
Kill your whole buzz and then yawn
All CP and your soul needs me
So I'm here, Mr. Alldeezy, go
[Chorus: Stardust]
Ooh, baby
I feel right, the music sounds better with you
Love might bring us back together
[Verse 2: Allday]
Man, I keep it one trillion
Hotter than a fucking Brazilian
Watch the throne my bum's sitting in
I'm not like you, I'm much different
I'm Prince Charles, maybe a little Manson
My appearance may be a little Hansen
Tryna be in a mansion, real accent
Work hard and your dreams will happen
I'm still lappin' dudes in the rat race
Writing these raps in my bat cave
Now tell me how my goddamn sack tastes
I just want stacks like pancakes
Uh, what the hell should I tell them?
When do I relent? Seldom
Tryna make good songs and sell them
Hipsters rhyme better, hmm, you're welcome
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