Songtexte Loose Like a Goose - Christxphvr

She tell me: "get loose like a goose"
But I don't wanna have to pick and choose
You sipping on gin while I'm sipping on juice
Catch you with a grin when you see me making moves, yeah
I just spend time in the booth
I just spit rhymes in the booth
I don't cosign with the booth
You just decline in the booth
I just recline in the booth
I got mad flows with the meuse
I got mad toes like a moose
I got my day ones in the twos
I got a sawed off with the ooze
I pull up on a demon and I end up on the news
Fuck it, I'm here to cause a ruckus
I'm finna make a splash before I kick the bucket
And I don't give a damn if you be on my shit or nothing
I'm making nothing into something and I'll huck it like a fucking frontflip
At the courts but I didn't catch a case
I'm shooting mad hoops with aim for days
I'm tryna get views and plays
Tryna turn two k into eight k
Like when I play games and I melee with the AK
I just wanna land a fucking kill like payday and let my mouth spray all the après that I May Say
It's mayday, I take take like લે લઇ (le lai)

That's pons playing chess like a motherfucking god
I'm back in the building and I gotta kill it when I'm on
Like You don't wanna step up in the limelight
And I don't wanna do it for a Klondike
Like you do wanna do it for a bomb night
See me in the window well I'm whittling with a big knife
And I cut back on the process that I can't meet and I won't buy
So night-night and bye-bye
Oh me, oh my

She tell me: "get tense like a fence"
But I don't wanna have to make amends
I don't wanna talk to someone acting really dense
While I'm draping a fake smile across my face like we're friends
No, I won't go down that road
Y'all stay mad like you're gonna explode
I don't, I carry my own
Head up on my shoulders, never breaking a bone, except my nose
Fuck it, y'all don't even know the half
And I ain't even give a damn about a back to back
Rap to rap, cap on cap
Everybody talking shit so it's a load a crap
Everybody rapping fast like blah blah blah
More like blah blah blah blah
Oh wait, that's just me
Okay, maybe it's a couple of artists but it's few and far between
Yeah
She tell me: "get dressed," I'm "a mess"
But I don't wanna have to play pretend
I don't need a bunch of fake fucks tryna guess
On me, my world and how I'm tryna live
That's on Gucci, no prada
Wet and gushy, no problem
Why y'all mad, why y'all starving?
I'm eating, no margins
No commas, or periods
It's common, I'm serious
Cold and delirious
Clothes on my body expensive, mysterious
Maybe they're cheaper than lyricists claiming they're making
I'm making excuses like dammit just do it
Shia Nikes, not useless
I'm buff shooting cupid
No tires, no mule kick
The flower like two lips
Surrounding my unit like G on my tour shit
I'm fit with the hornets, they sting with the forfeits
My brain is my enemy
Demons are dead to me draining their energy
Driving my elegy: this is my legacy
So sit back and say what the fuck that you think of me, please
Reality shits on the very existence of all the person I'm tryna be
Please, that's fake as fuck
I don't give a shit, you can suck my nuts

Still playing chess like a mother fucking god
Nobody can even guess when the mask goes on
I can't even stress how much you're wrong
I don't give a fuck, this is just another song
Up inside of the garden of Eden I'm finna eat it
Back inside the game and I'm winning, I'm finna beat it
Chrisy T spitting is nothing more than elitist
So suck my penis, I'm a young dumb genius