DocChakra - Something Off About Him lyrics

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DocChakra - Something Off About Him lyrics

I put it together rhythmically Pull apart, art and make it fit to me Take you apart, you gon need a stint or 3 Neither pity nor penny me Keep your cent and some Let me keep making these anthems Playing internationally, casually Childless, Joshing you, actually Birthed a couple ideas that go for walking Barking up trees like my dogs do the talking Couple black masks that could do some stalking Corny a** rhyme sayers, claim that they slay All i do is pray and then go out and prey My goal is to be closer, no i mean Klose Either him or Gotze, sipping on Memosa's I need to make a toast...or two You bathing in success, well let me bring the toaster Just a poser in a t shirt, shot from close range Put you on a poster, No more chest, feeling short changed Sleeping not on couches, locks in hell, like Sheek Louch My style is if P met Jada, that could be anybody Like Smith or Diddy, try and stay with me Could be the master, with the kiss of d**h I'm Michael with the confetti, knew it was Fredo Tragedy in the mix like a DJ at DayGlo 2 shots to the chest and now the police chasing Jack Daniels riding shotgun, and that means he got one Pistol sitting in the pocket, you can catch a hot one Touchdown in your hood, loud just like an engine You're not Gene Wilder, so please stop pretending I imagine your message needs re-sending, or maybe just an ending Wrap it up, throwing subs my way, now gimme me sandwich I'm what Walken channeled in that d**h scene I'm Wahlberg with a sniper rifle, all occasions I'm a blessing in disguise, blacked out like an agent Pay me pal, cause i'm here for the payment Pull your card, no street cred, i just made a statement Brain parts flying, your mind's in different places Put myself in your shoes, i took your checks and bounced Making bank since I been alone, no chance i'm coming home Celebrity nudes, it's the star wars Meanwhile, above us it's the attack of the drones No hope in sight, return of the snakes Uncle Sam's lawnmower broke and he's too lazy And he can't delegate cause he ate all his babies Now he's got a frontyard full of f** you pay me's