Wrap Music
It's okay for music to not be about anything
Fucking Jesus Christ (Huh)
Put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin'
Better stir it 'fore it's ruined, goodness sake
Ain't no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but I'm baked
Because I got it imported, where they make it at?
I hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home
I put the chrome to the front of your dome and say
"Please stop littering and jittering so much"
With a finger I could touch on the trigger like the clutch
Switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a Dutch
Ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin'
Savorin' it much? I'm behaving like a rapper
Wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that I'm favorin'
Rap music and if it slaps, choose it
If you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in
And never threes, nigga, be with my G's, nigga
You fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga
Uh, sometimes I forget that every blunt is different
And every hit I take I should be livin' in, but I be stressin'
Absent minded, I keep the rats from findin' out
Where all my cheese is hidin', I keep it wrapped in bindin'
But then I realize everything has passed me by
And stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply
I have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds
Bitch, I like a challenge, so I might be finding Oz
In another life I'd be a bad bitch, savage
Cooking up some cabbage you can ravage
Nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up
Holder colder with the ice inside it, I'm enticing, unsurprising
In another life I'd be a big man, cig hand
Puffin' on tobacco while I dig mad graves
Killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin'
But the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Tell 'em, wendigo)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (That's right, bitch)
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
Wild west sickening, yuh, I ended up 'round here
Down here, other side of town, we're
Not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road
Where we go, you ain't care enough to know
And the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go
That's a mandatory no, foes
Outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out
Be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout
That's a wrap
Tell 'em, Wendigo
Hit it, baby, that's a wrap
Fucking Jesus Christ (Huh)
Put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin'
Better stir it 'fore it's ruined, goodness sake
Ain't no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but I'm baked
Because I got it imported, where they make it at?
I hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home
I put the chrome to the front of your dome and say
"Please stop littering and jittering so much"
With a finger I could touch on the trigger like the clutch
Switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a Dutch
Ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin'
Savorin' it much? I'm behaving like a rapper
Wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that I'm favorin'
Rap music and if it slaps, choose it
If you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in
And never threes, nigga, be with my G's, nigga
You fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga
Uh, sometimes I forget that every blunt is different
And every hit I take I should be livin' in, but I be stressin'
Absent minded, I keep the rats from findin' out
Where all my cheese is hidin', I keep it wrapped in bindin'
But then I realize everything has passed me by
And stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply
I have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds
Bitch, I like a challenge, so I might be finding Oz
In another life I'd be a bad bitch, savage
Cooking up some cabbage you can ravage
Nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up
Holder colder with the ice inside it, I'm enticing, unsurprising
In another life I'd be a big man, cig hand
Puffin' on tobacco while I dig mad graves
Killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin'
But the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Tell 'em, wendigo)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (That's right, bitch)
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
Wild west sickening, yuh, I ended up 'round here
Down here, other side of town, we're
Not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road
Where we go, you ain't care enough to know
And the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go
That's a mandatory no, foes
Outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out
Be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout
That's a wrap
Tell 'em, Wendigo
Hit it, baby, that's a wrap
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton, Alexander Wacksman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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