Текст песни Loud Lungs - Mondo the Moonrock

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us

Roaches in the tray
Roaches get sprayed with the Round-up
Gas what I got an ounce of
Guess what, I could truly give 2 fucks what you thought of me
That Oscar the Grouch what I slouch from
Trying to dress like I graduated Yale on outta town runs
Pulled a cluck move for the chicken & he got plucked
Shawty want a 8 ball, tell her call Waka,
She know that I got her 'cuz I know that she a shopper
She stay out in Powder Springs, she sprung up off the powder
Bustin' chores for me but no allowance, don't allow it
Them thousands come with power, dig a hole & throw 'em downwards (Ah)
They set another trap I wouldn't fall for
French bitch DM'ing me, all that I know is "bonjour"
Hoppin' into car doors, no shows, I'm on tour
Grabbin' gas mask by the handful 'til my palms sore

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us

I got bags like I'm askin', "paper or plastic?"
Paper from the plastic, I make shit happen
Hit plays in the back of a place that I can't name
They poke the tiger's cage & then they wait for reactions
Dark shades, hat to the front 'cuz I'm ruthless (Eazy)
At this point, truly just do shit for amusement
All black, 3 AM, like I'm boostin'
How it's just weed but it hit me like the Houston? You was
Never with me, I was sweatin on that
Had the regulars plus extra Schedule 1 etceteras
Got the bathroom neck from shawty across the aisle
I'm lyin, then may God strike me with lightning & cross me out
(Right now. well?)
Bitch I'm still here, I will smoke
How you muthfuckas sold your soul but you still broke?
Lil homie puttin' 6 points on the clock
That's a couple field goals, if you real then you know the lingo

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us