Tempo

I woke up with an eviction notice taped to the front door...
Ripped it off, crumbled it up, threw it away, going to ignore it...
Fuck the landlord and all her fucking bull shit...
Your boy's out here just trying to keep it, G

To much GHB, amphetamine, ketamine is that even a thing
Because right now this cats meow is...
So... strong... must mean nothing is wrong...
Well wait hold up I was trying to say I love Kid A and OK Computer

(Please could you stop the noise?
I'm trying to get some rest)

I was not acting paranoid, local bitch ass sheriff was spying on my android
Reading my text message conversations
Watching videos with me and the side hoes doing what God only knows...
Whatever it is that punk HOE-lice love to do
Not gonna rendezvous, with the mother fucking law

Aw Naw Hell Naw, threw that phone out the wind-a
You know your boy went up and done it
Gotta get outta town now, 55 south bound
Memphis, Tennekey be like a second home to me
And I'm bumping Tommy Wright the III in the black Mercedes Benz won't stop
Until I see that black pyramid because...

That's my tempo
That's my mother fucking speed
I can ride to this, mother fucker
I could ride to this. Yeah, yeah

Yeah, hoe! Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe! Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe! You already know!

I woke up on the wrong side of El Paso, TX or was it Laredo, TX?
Doesn't matter anymore. Hablo un poco, castellano
No intiendo
Chupla mi colo, loco chica!
Un buscador de laverdad!
Lo siento, señorita
I just wanna drink something and then I'll go... pero quierro bieber algo!

That's my tempo
That's my mother fucking speed
I can ride to this, mother fucker
I could ride to this
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, hoe! Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe! Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe! You already know!



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Pounds
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