Текст песни IMA Lyon - Tillted702

Everybody wants to say something to you
Better mind your fucking business!
Everybody wants to say something to you
Better mind your fucking business!

Pull a flow out the mouth, write it down, and spit it out
Shake it off, Covid cough, sick AF, wanderlust
A little dust to the nose, nah I'm joking, It's for the ho's
Santa close the fucking door and mind your fucking business

Purple people everywhere, purple people eaters
Running around in speedos with their fresh new brand name heaters
Indubitably they're easy to please, the fresher the berry the lesser diseased
Open the cans now set them all free, and handle the actors with super-villainous glee

But I don't think I want to, I'm tired of all your lies
Pull a flow out the mouth, write it down, and spit it out
Shake it off, Covid cough, sick AF, wanderlust
A little dust to the nose, nah I'm joking, It's for the ho's
Santa close the fucking door and mind your fucking business

Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh
IMA Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh

Jumping Jax Teller facts, SAMCRO the cracks murderous
Hauling ass to the trash, open wounds seal the gash
Live and learn, take your turn, roll a joint slap a perm
Make a choice, time to choose, win or lose you're still abused

Hibbidy-dibbidy-bibbidi-bibbidi-bobbidi-bobbidi-boo
Mekka-lekka-hi, Mekka-hiney-ho, hoo
Hibbidy-dibbidy-bibbidi-bibbidi-bobbidi-bobbidi-boo
Mekka-lekka-hi, Mekka-hiney-ho, hoo
Cherries on the top!

But I don't think I want to, I'm tired of all your lies
Pull a flow out the mouth, write it down, and spit it out
Shake it off, Covid cough, sick AF, wanderlust
A little dust to the nose, nah I'm joking, It's for the ho's
Santa close the fucking door and mind your fucking business

Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh
IMA Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh
IMA IMA IMA, cherries on the top

In a world of dissed confusion
The only ones who win aren't losing
The pain and pressures is confusion
They keep us smoked, the mirrors, the illusions
So you must find your pieces!
For all your life It's crumbled and diseased, roar

Pull a flow out the mouth, write it down, and spit it out
Shake it off, Covid cough, sick AF, wanderlust
A little dust to the nose, nah I'm joking, It's for the ho's
Santa close the fucking door and mind your fucking business

Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh
IMA Lyon, I don't need you in my fucking head
IMA Lyon or you just might end up ehhhhh