paroles de chanson Live 4 The Junk - Callon B

Gotta keep my face in a Book and my eye on the gram
This the jam got your back by popular demand
With a plan to give the populous a hand yo
Gotta keep my face in a Book and my eye on the gram
Word from the twitter bird I'm the man
This the jam got your back by popular demand
With a plan to give the populous a hand yo
I'm Callonious Hive Mind buzzin no opium
This lyrical honey comb flow is so copious
Shit just ring like keys on custodians
Locked in bet I drop a gem like zirconium
Now I'm all that Nickelodeon
All hail the holy one grow old and turn into a monk like Theloniouse

I'm the maestro all these other rappers just side shows
Stay tuned I can hang loose on a tight rope
Bout as underground as a silo
Red dreads and the skin tone is Albino
Im pasty find me sittin underneath a shade tree
They ain't me so they try to cut copy paste B
Recreate schemes just to play me on the main stream
But they seem bout as flakey as a pastry
We ain't sweet matter fact this the bitter truth
If you wanna talk shit to me it'll stick to you
When you lift your shoes And come back like a missing tooth
I grow continual till I'm bicentennial