Lyrics Club Audibles - UnkwnBrandon

Here's a concept
Driving back and forth to Miami dawg with Cuzzo be crazy

What you thought this was
Mobbin in a club
You know it called ya and you slobbering on some puppy love
You know it bother yo own father but you like to shrug
And you don't bother to make calls to the mighty lord
I hear sword
They sounding like some words
I see her coming at me fast but I ain't got the swerve
These niggas acting happily and I'm just trying flirt
She dun grabbed me
Why these bitches twerk when niggas trappin'
What happened
I remember times when I was lacking
Driving back en forth, to Miami for some action
My head was a hard rock en I ain't talkin' Passion
I dread me the small talk
They call a nigga passive
Aye
Pick up ya jaw nigga pick up your jaw
You sippin' your straw nigga sip on your straw
The stripper sit on your log and then she take off her bra
You tip her your all until the mission is done

I grip on the soft and then I miss out on God
I'm wishing I wasn't on a mission for clones
My throne got me lookin' life all wrong
I'm gone, I'm leaving like my dawg Christ had done
Let go of the ganja nigga please pay attention.
You on Facebook asking the greatest of questions, you mentioned
Me in every little nuance threw on prophets and legends
Even daddy look at you body, God look at you resin
The present, is opportunity for yo shit
Please don't chase her get the paper for ya generations
We levitating
Headed for the breaded boss that get it maybe but lately shit kinda crazy, uh
The eyes are complicated
They really complicated
The monster be bombing my constellation
Makes you hostile the fossil from God is logic in private so quit the lyin' ya oughta
Do what you was taught to do
The audible

The audible proven the route to do when about the new howl in a house of wolves
Can't you hear GOD in the house in you
What about the fools
More spirit on the couch in you
If you pay attention to the loud in you
Not the bouquet, but lavish tools for the ragged you
In hip hop imma avid newb
Fuck a wedding. Cain still stabbing dudes
Are lies still grabbing you
That's the sad in you
Where's the dad in you
Look latitude before the magic poof
I'm glad like bags and food
Life's a fraction to the absolute
Mad at a matador for grabbing your flourishing bull
Now this problem came with trials you solving life like you a child
And I know it's been a While since you tried the God style
And I swear to me and all my Money guarantee that it'd be funny
Did what made sense instead of a hell of a better rhetoric that come better
Than a sweater in cold weather
When you get that shit together