New York Blueberry Coffee

I be on the peak on
The beyond the beat
Of the beyond the green
I am Beyond belief
I'm a
I'm a
One man band
Fuck your samples
Y'all soup cans
I'm An's Campbells
I got balls bigger than ninety eight tons
You're gonna know my name once 98 comes
Breathing in my body with metal fake lungs
And beating on my chest like I'm testing a punk
No stress
I'm arrested from lessoning chumps
I'm the best of the festive caress of the pump
Less for the mess, but the chest is a dump
Step for the rest to commence to be sluts
The best MC
But I'm best of the dumb
And Im a slut but
They technically suck
Got no
Love for a punk disrespecting a cunt
With his fresh skinny jean and his chucks

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't drink slow
She's on the rock
And she's riding it like it's simple

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't drink slow
She's on the rock
And she's riding it like it's simple

Uh
Fuck you
With your
Lame chuck shoes
And your snap back too
With your dumb tattoos
Damn
Man really fell for the Hollywood scam
Thinking that the plan for fuckery's spam
Not giving em forever like a Michael made jam
And
Hit it from the back when the B side
Sounds like bop from the east side
I rap like Nas took a passion for drag and spazed like ride at a meek riot
And when the beat's right
I'm steppin in gold uh
Flexin a broach
Next to the pope
But i'm still Checkin' my phone
What?

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't drink slow
She's on the rock
And she's riding it like it's simple

(Sugar)

New York Blueberry will bury you
New cherries
But you barely available
You hate yourself
You're too married to make a move
Don't get too carried or scam-able
Ooo
I'm loose scary
I'm new terry and mandible
Don't catch a dude on the roof
For the view
Get alone in a room with a muse
Cause thats tangible
What? I'm too chemical?
What? With no interview?
What? No playing nice?
You cinnamon individual
Ooo
I pay the price
I'm at the cleaners
I'm paying cash so you stay of the visa
I get low
Believing in leavings cheaper
Than seeing you get sour
And treating me like a diva
If you still feel raw about it
You can call, we can talk about it
Stunting
I do so much talking about nothing
It'd be nice to be talking about fucking
The bodegas and the lights on upper broadway
I had a vision for my future like they all say
Nobody told me the price of giving me always
I'm handing pieces to people and then they all hate
Yeah they all hate
Thats the cost
My loss filling my dog days
I lost friends
My ends living in crawl space
Yeah

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't drink slow
She's on the rock
And she's riding it like it's simple

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't drink slow
She's on the rock
And she's riding it like it's simple
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Its a comedy
Stop me if it's been told
Only my god and my property in the sink hole
I get sloppy
I'm popping cause i don't
I don't i don't i don't i don't i don't i don't-ng it like it's simple
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Meade Morrison
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