Doors
Like Wayne and Drizzy Drake guess Ill go in
Wonder why the shoulder so frozen
When it was I who was chosen
I am killing it
Might feel this shit
If they just dip their toes in
Like fuck man I just rap
And like I dont even know them
I just see them sitting pretty
Like that city name Verdun
Drop some bars that sound like German Artillery
Now their done
And it could be the Vatican
Im still coming with the drugs
Its about to be a mutiny
Yeah they call me Billy Bud
This heres for all you fucks
Yeah all you fucks
Who say I dont do this
Now that guaifenesin got you clowns
All shook up like mucus
See Billy aint no bully
You can still get the horns
Cant have the crown the throne
The hoes the boat or fame
But the thorns
Yeah they look great on you
Dont bother with the bleeding its fine
Theres no time
Your bottom line red and underlined
Call me up for help
And I won't even give you the time
Soon Ill have to toss a quarter out
At your help sign
On the thirty-five as I drive
On my way to Dubai
Im flying private
So I guess I wont be missing the flight
Take off at five
And then I hit the ground by two forty-five
All to the sight from BK
Man its one of a kind
Go and see the fans
Then I leave the sand
And theyre here begging me to stay
I truly wish I really could but I cant
Gotta galavant
All over the West Coast
On a quest to find the dankest ganja to smoke
Seeing UFOs
Seeing eskimos
Man holy shit is this The Shining
Holy shit I think Im dying
Dia De Los Muertos
Wonder why the shoulder so frozen
When it was I who was chosen
I am killing it
Might feel this shit
If they just dip their toes in
Like fuck man I just rap
And like I dont even know them
I just see them sitting pretty
Like that city name Verdun
Drop some bars that sound like German Artillery
Now their done
And it could be the Vatican
Im still coming with the drugs
Its about to be a mutiny
Yeah they call me Billy Bud
This heres for all you fucks
Yeah all you fucks
Who say I dont do this
Now that guaifenesin got you clowns
All shook up like mucus
See Billy aint no bully
You can still get the horns
Cant have the crown the throne
The hoes the boat or fame
But the thorns
Yeah they look great on you
Dont bother with the bleeding its fine
Theres no time
Your bottom line red and underlined
Call me up for help
And I won't even give you the time
Soon Ill have to toss a quarter out
At your help sign
On the thirty-five as I drive
On my way to Dubai
Im flying private
So I guess I wont be missing the flight
Take off at five
And then I hit the ground by two forty-five
All to the sight from BK
Man its one of a kind
Go and see the fans
Then I leave the sand
And theyre here begging me to stay
I truly wish I really could but I cant
Gotta galavant
All over the West Coast
On a quest to find the dankest ganja to smoke
Seeing UFOs
Seeing eskimos
Man holy shit is this The Shining
Holy shit I think Im dying
Dia De Los Muertos
Credits
Writer(s): Heath Ponder
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