Lyrics Bummy - Smoothie General

This kid had noticed a basic loss of these fuckin functions
Shitty rap on the airwaves the shit's disgusting
Nobody pay him
Nobody want him
He's gettin older
Spacey motherfucker who just lost his damn composure
He can't replace the time he spent sucked in a fuckin portal
And he can't pay attention in class
He needs his morning roll ups
Shaked and disturbed
This kid is absurd
And he ain't fuckin heard so he's pissed at the world
But what's the price of a man trading dollars for verbs
Who left his soul in a warehouse
And his shit on the curb
He's not lookin for nothin but a patch for the Firths
And the dopest pair of Pumas gettin pulled from the dirt
Was a little shaky at first
Why you still shaky on third
I'm about to steal second head first into dirt
Come observe me I'm sure you'll wanna take me on tour
See with my tongue in the dirt I'm spittin solely for worms

Your money or your life bull flashin his knife
You can't do shit
Homie take your pick
There's nowhere to hide you don't know this design
Your money or your life
Homie take your pick
I'm takin a bat you won't hear nothing but wacks
We callin it all in
Homie take your pick
We callin it a win you gettin called out for sin
Watch or you get murked
Homie take your pick

My third brain just came through and murked your third eye
So I won't apologize for all that shit I pulled in one five
Dusted myself off
Stepped back onto the concrete
Took a look around and saw the heat was nothin
Just a bunch of tricks and the boring steed they came on
After rapping I'll take a bath in freon
We might be in the same river
But I'm on a different fuckin boat
And I got all these heavy paddles
You got butlers to carry most
I wear the same clothes
Eat, sleep, live to be noticed and
Rap, make beats, DJ to make simolean
Hoodie up
Rap draw
This mic
Hands off
Got so many words but I can't find them in my head fuck
Base is steady movin now
And these drums wanna kick me out
Shouts to Smith this track is wild
Move blank cd's we rob you child
Fuck you up then post the bail
Hit the plug give him a sale
Scoop and ounce sell it in a cell
And my cuz is the guard so he won't care

Your money or your life bull flashin his knife
You can't do shit
Homie take your pick
There's nowhere to hide you don't know this design
Your money or your life
Homie take your pick
I'm takin a bat you won't hear nothing but wacks
We callin it all in
Homie take your pick
We callin it a win you gettin called out for sin
Watch or you get murked
Homie take your pick

I'm the biggest burner on the smallest fuckin train
Pushing raps into your brain do it at a fucking snails pace
I stay cooped up, bakin up a bunch of heat
Steady keep it hidden when you hear my shit it's not discreet
The kid goes fuckin crazy at the breaking of a branch
Smoke habib then chills a bit and ready for a nap
Klonopin and lexapro
The heat is staying on him
As he moves a fuckin brick
He joined up with the heartless
All this fuckin hes Ezekiel figuero
Pushes all these bushes i donno where i wanna go
Like somethin somethin pizza
Somethin somethin freiza
Somethin somethin cheeba
Somethin somethin diva
Kids in charge again
The hippos in the room and y'all seem to forgotten him
Loss of profit the stocks took a dive
Just go and make me unconscious
When I wake up I hope I finally focus
You call for nothin
Say nothing
Know nothing
After that it's your call what you do cousin
I never really said it was anything that needed to happen
But you let it
And I set it
And forget it
And regret it
And befriend it
But it was mostly looking after
A past that was constantly pushing back after
The fact of a fact of a blast of a blast
Like woah Black Betty
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