Monday, 19 June 2017

Hippie Hollow official lyrics

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I don't go to the club. I simply go home and roll up. And think about a girl that could come over. Since my molars are so used to her nipples. That'll make her giggle. Great. Now I got her sexually un-frustrated. But she gotta sit next to me while I'm waiting to be the greatest in the eyes of people who are denying the evil that I play with. But I'm not playin'! Every time I try to say shit, it's delayed. Something keeps holding me back. Like, "I rephrased Tyrese. That!" At the same time, I'm Black. So we kinda have to have a chat. After that, all Blacks should talk. And all white people have to walk. See, I kinda figured it's a hierarchy. So why try to start with me? People die tryna start with me. I just speak while I'm alive, and the heart is free.

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

Mania. No wrestling. No guessing me. There's no questioning what I go through. My vocals are "blessed" to me. And that's pretty much all you need to know, fool. Whoever the fool is. If you're foolish enough to press play, then lose it. 'Cause yesterday, I made music. And the blessed day when I make music, I will CREATE music. Consistently. Ronald Isley needs to listen to me. And the guys behind him. I am the guy who's rhyming, so I don't get to me. Yet. Until I hit the preset. And we have a little deep sex. With sound. Please. Let(_) get down. -ssssssss

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

I was a perv as a baby. Nervous and crazy. Kindergarten ladies had me saying, "Wait a minute! I got a big ol' erection! May be four inches, but this *old* direction is not working. I'm not paying attention. I just wanna lay on a cot. Maybe detention is meant for us, but what is meant for us is what I zipped up after I took a piss. You nasty! You said you wanna take a sip. Let's take a break for a bit. Maybe the love we can make is THE SHIT. But hey, I'm trying to be great, ya dig? And I ain't great enough, because we ain't making love! Your desire is the eyes of fire of which I'm trying not to say stuff from!"

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

of me.










I posted this on every crush of mine's wall on Facebook.
Despite the fact I have a Gothic significant other.
Who might be Dr. Dre.
If that's not suicidal, I'll see you in November.
















~follow the buzzards~

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