Groovin & Gaggin Freestyle
You know it's been a really long time
Since I heard jugi rappin'
It's been a really long time
He doesn't really say that much anymore
And its getting kind of um
I feel like maybe he just fell off
You not gonna drop an album bro
What's going on
Yeah
Beast mode
This a heat wave
I'm on before
This the next thing
Where my people
Hear your blessings
You want an album
Cash your checks in
I'm walking through gates
On another dimension
God ain't disappointed
I impressed him
You call to the sky but
I am not the answer to your questions
I am just the messenger
I ain't a cherub I'm a seraphim
Yeah
Be not afraid
That's the name of the sedative
High tolerance yelling
Why
You
Gotta
Be
So
God damn insensitive
Yeah
You got a habit
You making assumptions
Thought it was savage
To act like another
But look in the mirror
Won't see she
Now Who tha one who
O B S E S S E D
Nah
Hope he gets it just as freaky yrah
Don't you even stress
Let this be
I'm just groovin and gaggin
I'm just dirty my boots
You hopped on the wagon
That's enough
Jugi tough
Sugar talk
Burble as he came
He the jabberwock
One two one two and
Through and through
Gallumphing as he leave that's the
Fuckin mood
Callooh, callay the celebration
Lewis Carroll that's the fuckin station
Yeh
Chyeaaaa
Huh yeh
I've been composing
I am the chosen
I've just been world building like I'm mojang
Drop your exetation
Drop your reccendations
You ain't never heard a record like eleven
I might hit you with a revelation
Every time I touch a style I celebrate it
I don't need peace and quiet to meditate
I got wavelengths in my head space
Yeah
I put my methods into everything
And now my magnetism bringing benefits
Polarized I'm a
Needle in a stack of needles with no experience in threading
Poltergeist
I got the key to the lair of my demons
Mmm
If im feelin it
And you bet it
Born in the year of Armageddon
All of my fears are relevant yah
What happens when nothing is left
The dust has settled
and all we can doo is reminisce on reference
Boy are you stupid
I guess, uh
If the shoe fits you use it til the
If the shoe fits you use it
Til the tongue fall out
Blehhss
Shit off my chest
Nugget in a biscuit
Shit on my chest
Fuck you jugi I know you touched my drumset
Since I heard jugi rappin'
It's been a really long time
He doesn't really say that much anymore
And its getting kind of um
I feel like maybe he just fell off
You not gonna drop an album bro
What's going on
Yeah
Beast mode
This a heat wave
I'm on before
This the next thing
Where my people
Hear your blessings
You want an album
Cash your checks in
I'm walking through gates
On another dimension
God ain't disappointed
I impressed him
You call to the sky but
I am not the answer to your questions
I am just the messenger
I ain't a cherub I'm a seraphim
Yeah
Be not afraid
That's the name of the sedative
High tolerance yelling
Why
You
Gotta
Be
So
God damn insensitive
Yeah
You got a habit
You making assumptions
Thought it was savage
To act like another
But look in the mirror
Won't see she
Now Who tha one who
O B S E S S E D
Nah
Hope he gets it just as freaky yrah
Don't you even stress
Let this be
I'm just groovin and gaggin
I'm just dirty my boots
You hopped on the wagon
That's enough
Jugi tough
Sugar talk
Burble as he came
He the jabberwock
One two one two and
Through and through
Gallumphing as he leave that's the
Fuckin mood
Callooh, callay the celebration
Lewis Carroll that's the fuckin station
Yeh
Chyeaaaa
Huh yeh
I've been composing
I am the chosen
I've just been world building like I'm mojang
Drop your exetation
Drop your reccendations
You ain't never heard a record like eleven
I might hit you with a revelation
Every time I touch a style I celebrate it
I don't need peace and quiet to meditate
I got wavelengths in my head space
Yeah
I put my methods into everything
And now my magnetism bringing benefits
Polarized I'm a
Needle in a stack of needles with no experience in threading
Poltergeist
I got the key to the lair of my demons
Mmm
If im feelin it
And you bet it
Born in the year of Armageddon
All of my fears are relevant yah
What happens when nothing is left
The dust has settled
and all we can doo is reminisce on reference
Boy are you stupid
I guess, uh
If the shoe fits you use it til the
If the shoe fits you use it
Til the tongue fall out
Blehhss
Shit off my chest
Nugget in a biscuit
Shit on my chest
Fuck you jugi I know you touched my drumset
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Belhumeur
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