Peppermint
Gliiide
I felt like experimenting
That's why the flows
Been sounding fresh like peppermint
Peppered my lyrics with a hint
Of style and a dash of truth
Hit the cutting board
Chop up anybody
Feeling like they wanna be competitor
But it's your false reality
Ya'll just some fucking eye sores
Aging quick
Developed growing pains
Lane swerving
Serving lames
No sir we ain't at that finish line just yet
Just got started murdering the alphabet
And I'll fuckin bet
My wallet get
Diabetes before you get up outta debt
Now that's a lot of calories in some salaries
It don't make sense the first listen
But it adds up eventually
So I wait for currency
Cause currently
Got my wallet tighter than the walls of
Catch me stretching dollars
Reminiscent to the lips of virginity
And that's a damn compliment
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Okay with my past now
Speak about it like an open book
From my arrest to coke in the bathroom
Ohhh is that shrooms
No, just acid tab
Grab me two then
Fucked around
Became a drughead
Used to be top ten
Scholarships on deck
To my hands on her head
Then my hands on the hood
Of the Ford with the red and blue
Nearly blew it
But you know that Groov the smoothest
And my conscious been on a whole other level now
Grew my hair out so I can hide my aura from you clowns
I'm divine now
Sippin wine now
Crossing lines with my lines now
I'm wiser now
Ain't the same man from Influenza
The shit I'm saying now, back then, I woulda been embarrassed
But fuck I gotta lose
Except for family, friends, morals, and a couple opportunities
But shit I'm twenty I can get it back
I got a whole eternity
Right now I'm taking everything hostage
Could give a fuck about what it's costing
Me, bloody feet like Boston
Get it
Red socks
Cause I'm running verses out the park
Lyrics foul, striking thoughts
That can go multiple ways like a knuckleball
Won't see it coming dog
Like the mailman
So be on the lookout
Anybody
Sleeping on me
These days getting took out
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Make us feel better about our sin
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Make us feel better about our sin
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh so fresh like peppermint
So fresh like peppermint
Make us feel better about our sin
I felt like experimenting
That's why the flows
Been sounding fresh like peppermint
Peppered my lyrics with a hint
Of style and a dash of truth
Hit the cutting board
Chop up anybody
Feeling like they wanna be competitor
But it's your false reality
Ya'll just some fucking eye sores
Aging quick
Developed growing pains
Lane swerving
Serving lames
No sir we ain't at that finish line just yet
Just got started murdering the alphabet
And I'll fuckin bet
My wallet get
Diabetes before you get up outta debt
Now that's a lot of calories in some salaries
It don't make sense the first listen
But it adds up eventually
So I wait for currency
Cause currently
Got my wallet tighter than the walls of
Catch me stretching dollars
Reminiscent to the lips of virginity
And that's a damn compliment
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Okay with my past now
Speak about it like an open book
From my arrest to coke in the bathroom
Ohhh is that shrooms
No, just acid tab
Grab me two then
Fucked around
Became a drughead
Used to be top ten
Scholarships on deck
To my hands on her head
Then my hands on the hood
Of the Ford with the red and blue
Nearly blew it
But you know that Groov the smoothest
And my conscious been on a whole other level now
Grew my hair out so I can hide my aura from you clowns
I'm divine now
Sippin wine now
Crossing lines with my lines now
I'm wiser now
Ain't the same man from Influenza
The shit I'm saying now, back then, I woulda been embarrassed
But fuck I gotta lose
Except for family, friends, morals, and a couple opportunities
But shit I'm twenty I can get it back
I got a whole eternity
Right now I'm taking everything hostage
Could give a fuck about what it's costing
Me, bloody feet like Boston
Get it
Red socks
Cause I'm running verses out the park
Lyrics foul, striking thoughts
That can go multiple ways like a knuckleball
Won't see it coming dog
Like the mailman
So be on the lookout
Anybody
Sleeping on me
These days getting took out
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Make us feel better about our sin
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Make us feel better about our sin
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh like peppermint
Drop bomb like Osama Bin
Ooh Groov
Where the hell you been
So fresh so fresh like peppermint
So fresh like peppermint
Make us feel better about our sin
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Romo
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