Delusional Thomas - Bill
[Intro: Delusional Thomas]
Yeah, yeah
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Um, yeah
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he's still so delusional, stoopin' low as burials at funerals
Fuck the fame, drop a album, dip with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face 'cause I ain't good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked
Now things are lookin' up, recommend the mescaline
Digestin' your intestines with intentions of ascension up
Heavens no, my head is hot 'cause Hell is cold
The bitch I'm smashin' in to fashion
But I know the Devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was dickin' down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon, this my third life, I'm parkin' on the turnpikes
Searchin' for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't fuckin' with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, merk you like you sure I'm nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know
Sick of politickin', as they talkin', tryin' not to listen
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, real young goon
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, I'm a real young goon
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park
So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga
Salty to tee off with us, just know that T brought Vill
And, my nigga, we all itchin' to see you dropped
And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest
Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless at your iris
Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round
That fuckin' little sheisty clown is back in full effect
Little teeny-tiny Sweaty bitin' bitches by the neck
Got my fuckin' dick as long as list of shit I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed, that's why the winter fit him best
I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess
Because I like the highs and lows, and I also like the checks
That I'm siphonin' from shows, bitch, and triple six the set (Six-six-six the set)
Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doin' niggas dirty as the motherfuckin' plunger cap
My main and my ex screamin' like it's a habit
I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic
Catch me in your city passive, cleanin' up my shitty act
And bitches say them gritty raps be makin' up for shit he lackin'
Sixes and them kitty cats, that got him missin' Jerry's Thomas
Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic
Very awesome, so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal
Paid and chuggin' forties, you niggas can keep your wine toasted
Noon high, no movin' in that fine, dutty wine motion
Loaded, tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga
[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt & ]
I got candy for niggas
I got panties for niggas
What's good? Uh, yeah
Holla at me
2013 shit, Y'nah mean?
Bought a nigga a purse, I don't give a fuck
What? Bitch ()
Yeah, uh, bitch
[Verse 3: Bill]
Look, fuck these writtens, I don't watch 106 & Park
I skate through your park in my 106s
Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches
You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin'
Got the hormones trippin', I'm also drippin'
Daily Bread's tatted on the chest of my torso, and it's
Never gonna fade unlike my eyes, so I go trip like psilocybin
Eyes wider than Ohio
I'm going global, what, you ain't a local?
Goin' postal if you think we won't go through what you own, dude
Watch the throne, motherfucker, 'cause we molded you
Older school Most Dope soldier, I got the pro with tools
Me and Clock, we'll get it in like we're supposed to
Just don't act like you know us when you see us gettin' over views
You're older news, I choose to move over you
I watch like a boulder, now I'm colder than a frozen you
You don't know where we're goin', so just hold the news
I never got over fake rappers and the overview
I'm not a rapper, I'm just scoldin' you
So go home, we folded you
Like wallets, I'm just holdin' you
Yeah
[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
You can't see me, when I'm rollin'
I got the weed, nigga, so I'm swervin'
Niggas know me in the hood
Niggas call me Tina Turner
Roll a dub, nigga
Turnt up, nigga
Weed burnin', bitch nigga
[Produced by Larry Fisherman & randomblackdude]
Yeah, yeah
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Um, yeah
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he's still so delusional, stoopin' low as burials at funerals
Fuck the fame, drop a album, dip with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face 'cause I ain't good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked
Now things are lookin' up, recommend the mescaline
Digestin' your intestines with intentions of ascension up
Heavens no, my head is hot 'cause Hell is cold
The bitch I'm smashin' in to fashion
But I know the Devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was dickin' down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon, this my third life, I'm parkin' on the turnpikes
Searchin' for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't fuckin' with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, merk you like you sure I'm nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know
Sick of politickin', as they talkin', tryin' not to listen
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, real young goon
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, I'm a real young goon
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park
So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga
Salty to tee off with us, just know that T brought Vill
And, my nigga, we all itchin' to see you dropped
And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest
Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless at your iris
Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round
That fuckin' little sheisty clown is back in full effect
Little teeny-tiny Sweaty bitin' bitches by the neck
Got my fuckin' dick as long as list of shit I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed, that's why the winter fit him best
I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess
Because I like the highs and lows, and I also like the checks
That I'm siphonin' from shows, bitch, and triple six the set (Six-six-six the set)
Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doin' niggas dirty as the motherfuckin' plunger cap
My main and my ex screamin' like it's a habit
I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic
Catch me in your city passive, cleanin' up my shitty act
And bitches say them gritty raps be makin' up for shit he lackin'
Sixes and them kitty cats, that got him missin' Jerry's Thomas
Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic
Very awesome, so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal
Paid and chuggin' forties, you niggas can keep your wine toasted
Noon high, no movin' in that fine, dutty wine motion
Loaded, tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga
[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt & ]
I got candy for niggas
I got panties for niggas
What's good? Uh, yeah
Holla at me
2013 shit, Y'nah mean?
Bought a nigga a purse, I don't give a fuck
What? Bitch ()
Yeah, uh, bitch
[Verse 3: Bill]
Look, fuck these writtens, I don't watch 106 & Park
I skate through your park in my 106s
Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches
You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin'
Got the hormones trippin', I'm also drippin'
Daily Bread's tatted on the chest of my torso, and it's
Never gonna fade unlike my eyes, so I go trip like psilocybin
Eyes wider than Ohio
I'm going global, what, you ain't a local?
Goin' postal if you think we won't go through what you own, dude
Watch the throne, motherfucker, 'cause we molded you
Older school Most Dope soldier, I got the pro with tools
Me and Clock, we'll get it in like we're supposed to
Just don't act like you know us when you see us gettin' over views
You're older news, I choose to move over you
I watch like a boulder, now I'm colder than a frozen you
You don't know where we're goin', so just hold the news
I never got over fake rappers and the overview
I'm not a rapper, I'm just scoldin' you
So go home, we folded you
Like wallets, I'm just holdin' you
Yeah
[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
You can't see me, when I'm rollin'
I got the weed, nigga, so I'm swervin'
Niggas know me in the hood
Niggas call me Tina Turner
Roll a dub, nigga
Turnt up, nigga
Weed burnin', bitch nigga
[Produced by Larry Fisherman & randomblackdude]
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