Boatdrinks Songtext / Lyric

i think about the time spent see the dooted line, sign the fine print

ma minds bent and i'm about to get ma rhymes pimped

tryin to find rent, set the record straight, uniform do decorate

since performing for the second grade

koolaid and cannabis i'm sick ot these scavengers

i'm like a anarchist standing in panic demanding damages

they only flash cameras at muthafucking amatures

wanna trade a good review for some bandages?

i've got managers that need to do more,

i'm stuck inside this shoe-store

thinking, what the fuck i need you for?

all i try to do is rock a few floors, let me do tours

and then off course, "boatdrinks", see the blue shores

gotta love life, might loose yours

over some booze of loose whores

or them dudes at war,

until nothing is real, bagging up the muscle to chill

it's all a hustle all this fussing for bills, but still






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"imagine that"- we handle raps like it ain't nothing

"ya crackerjack"- see that's a fact you can play something

"yeah you're handicapped,"

paperboys- with the hat to match

"don't sleep" it's all about the boatdrinks x2



yo, whatever turn of events

it's only paper that's concerning ma gets

this tournaments leaving permanent dents

i've got a burning of earning cents and i'm bent

only human, thinking bourbon or rent? hmmm.

see ma strategy stumbles with vodka-battery

id rather be straddled by a lady with top anatomy

a bastard, filling ma pockets is all i'm after

a little laughter, sick of freezing like it's alaska

with choking astma and frozen fingernails

got jehova sending mail,

dream of climbing over with ma single-sales

a little ginger-ale an gin makes a cinderella spin

ma ears ringing lika a jingle-bell again

i pop ma collar, get a glass, top it and swallow

ma shit'll knock scholars, bet i'll make 'em hollalike a rotweiler *voff*

euro's and top dollars, gimme that

a cynics rap, i keep it rolling like a jimmyhat



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i've got a confession to make, cant escape depression and hate

every session i tape i always think it's lesser than great,

but i'm guessing it's straight

i think it's just a test of my faith don't mean to desecrate,

stressing, guess prfoessionals relate

i got a cause, i'm a rebel in my drawrs get applause,

better metaphores, tell 'em if you get it yours"

grab my set of balls, rocking the floors like heavy metal tours

we ready for whatever is in store, it's time to settle scores

and if i said it before, it's cause i'm bored, i'm broke, but not

poor, is smoke but got a lot more

i'm not sure i'll ever make it but i'm trying, keep it basic i ain't

lying, like i'm naked with the choir crying

i'm just a passanger, a passionate ambassador,

fashion massacre this chicken laughs while i pass at her

fuck that, all i need is my family and paper

shake your moneymaker

calling breaker breaker, holla



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