Jodi
Undefined, undefined
Got the weight of my team on my shoulders
Stones in my watch, rock like boulders
Grave on my neck, this shit no one's
Baby boy, I feel like Jodi
Easy come, easy go, my inbox full of centerfolds
My insides full of chemicals
Killed the show, burn the venue up
Had your shot, but you missed this shit
Better made off of Michigan
Soon as I let them broke the bond out they hit me to fix this shit
Reminisce on my innocence, basement boy really kick this shit
Gave my love and my energy to two-faces that ain't no shit
Bet they living with they mama
But me and mine bought some commas
I'ma cop a jet just to bomb 'em, and drop a tape the next morning
When you die, ain't no one mourning
Wrote this at two in the morning, I roll up three, now I'm yawning
I pour anthrax in your soda
Hey, lap it up, bitch, get to leaning
Bag 'em up, see we them demons
Add it up, that's ten years deep
Real tree, so they yet to see me
Overlapping your boy and pass him
They get cash, but ain't got the passion
Anytime I see a soda can like, "Remember we used to scrap 'em, scrap 'em?"
Got the weight of my team on my shoulders
Stones in my watch, rock like boulders
Grave on my neck, this shit no one's
Baby boy, I feel like Jodi
Easy come, easy go, my inbox full of centerfolds
My insides full of chemicals
Killed the show, burn the venue up
Had your shot, but you missed this shit
Better made off of Michigan
Soon as I let them broke the bond out they hit me to fix this shit
Reminisce on my innocence, basement boy really kick this shit
Gave my love and my energy to two-faces that ain't no shit
Bet they living with they mama
But me and mine bought some commas
I'ma cop a jet just to bomb 'em, and drop a tape the next morning
When you die, ain't no one mourning
Wrote this at two in the morning, I roll up three, now I'm yawning
I pour anthrax in your soda
Hey, lap it up, bitch, get to leaning
Bag 'em up, see we them demons
Add it up, that's ten years deep
Real tree, so they yet to see me
Overlapping your boy and pass him
They get cash, but ain't got the passion
Anytime I see a soda can like, "Remember we used to scrap 'em, scrap 'em?"
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Writer(s): Bones
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