paroles de chanson Bungi - Nabhan

If bein a dork was a sport, you'd be the goat
Needed a 4 pronged crotch
Had 4 eat at once
Dont worry bout yo friend
Oh we had fucked, whole year 'fore I knew u

In that big body truck and it felt like a bus
She like the feds,
I had the drugs so she pulled up to bust
Pulled it down for the fork right after a bungi

I trieda keep it clean but it turned to a jungle
Crossin lines like borders with smugglers
Cops n robbers u played as a child
But it turned to reality
One of your brothers under arrest they cuffed him
Call on my cell for that bail by the sun up
He was out
And we had a whole lotta loud

Whole lotta frowned upon shit goin on all around me
(Whole lotta, whole lotta, u still a)
Junior like Walt or Robert Downey

For all of eternity
The clock gone keep on turnin
Everybody gone be
Dealin w life's burdens
I'm busy rn off a bungi
No visitors u cannot talk to me
Bitchy, require lobotomy
Got a stick up yo ass like sodomy
U actin fishy tell me rn it's a joke
It's gotta be why would you lie to me
Lil baby I go all in
Dont want u to leave w a part of me when we're like 43

You've abandoned seen abandonment been abandoned
Picked some wrong friends
In the bando with a package heard a knock on the door
It's law enforcement
They tryna forcibly force their way in
Bro woulda been a cautionary tale if he hadn't reached that toilet
I'm just putting out songs tryna tour yes

What I lost at birth more than foreskin
Guess a debt I settled for those before me
Almost forgot to mention I'm Horny
Biology part of the journey
Another regular day
Like it was the second of feb
I had to teach her to hit the chooch & doob
Without getting it wet
I ain't teach her bout the weed or beans she been knew
I just had them on hand
Took a sec we're the same way
Way down on molecular level

Bro played sports otw to the pros
Even odder he chose to turn to a felon
I had heard a collective groan from those
Who hoped that he would excel
Windows broken like broken homes
Dreams dead by the dawn they were underdeveloped
Rn might've been in green room just waitin to perform
But I'll tell of that later (later)

Save it for another day
Another track
Run it back, run it back

If bein a dork was a sport, you'd be the goat
Needed a 4 pronged crotch
Had 4 eat at once
Dont worry bout yo friend
Oh we had fucked, whole year 'fore I knew u

In that big body truck and it felt like a bus
She like the feds,
I had the drugs so she pulled up to bust
Pulled it down for the fork right after a bungi

I trieda keep it clean but it turned to a jungle
Crossin lines like borders with smugglers
Cops n robbers u played as a child
But it turned to reality
One of your brothers under arrest they cuffed him
Call on my cell for that bail by the sun up
He was out
And we had a whole lotta loud