Silly Goose (feat. Susso & Indapond)
Yeah, we movin' like it's slo-mo
I don't ask because I don't care
Cause if I knew the things I don't know
I would still be standing right here
I'm an asshole to some, and I'm an angel to others
I talk to god about my sorrows, praying under the covers
Like I could watch your sun rise, but I'd rather watch my mothers
I don't listen to the suckers, man, is that such a sin?
Now I'm practicing religion, it's called minding my business
I overstepped one time, of course I ended up slippin'
Now I tippy toe with every step, it look like I'm crippin
Shit, I been ripping all these instruments, now pay me my difference
I'm itching for those dividends
But this world I'm living in is turning to the living dead
But still, my flow so wavy, I could swallow pounds of cinnamon
Oh shit, I think it's kicking in
Spittin' of that gritty juice, sinkin' in the kiddie pool
Naturally a city dude, this is just what Philly do
Never in the crowd, nah I'm chillin wit' my mini crew
Ducking all y'all bullshit, I'd rather be a silly goose
I'm a maniac, these niggas be afraid to rap
Pray for slaps, attack a track, that's how to get away with murder
Entirely viable, liable, I am to snap
Keep a tab on this one 'fore we let him get in any further
It's too late, I'm infiltrating in your space
And by the time you see my face, your boy already got your chick in order
Your ducks are not in a row, I brought a couple home
Popped a couple goose, we got more silly than this fucking song
You like that, say somethin' new to spite that
You trip, I'm out the room, I got no energy to spite that
The fish they like to bite back, they lit, well I ignite that
They wish they had the potency I have, I'm really like that!
Me and Susso adjust the waves in billows
And bust a couple flames, thank god it's Metal in this Pillow
They gon' be like "Wait a minute!", We gone have 'em Willow
These the boys with bars harder than pads of Brillo
Refuse to be tranquilo, abuse the beat I'm evil
Accusing me of villainy, you're right, it can't be legal
Music needs a hero, it surely can't be me though
I slaughter shit; I rip, flip, and shatter egos
Bitch
I don't ask because I don't care
Cause if I knew the things I don't know
I would still be standing right here
I'm an asshole to some, and I'm an angel to others
I talk to god about my sorrows, praying under the covers
Like I could watch your sun rise, but I'd rather watch my mothers
I don't listen to the suckers, man, is that such a sin?
Now I'm practicing religion, it's called minding my business
I overstepped one time, of course I ended up slippin'
Now I tippy toe with every step, it look like I'm crippin
Shit, I been ripping all these instruments, now pay me my difference
I'm itching for those dividends
But this world I'm living in is turning to the living dead
But still, my flow so wavy, I could swallow pounds of cinnamon
Oh shit, I think it's kicking in
Spittin' of that gritty juice, sinkin' in the kiddie pool
Naturally a city dude, this is just what Philly do
Never in the crowd, nah I'm chillin wit' my mini crew
Ducking all y'all bullshit, I'd rather be a silly goose
I'm a maniac, these niggas be afraid to rap
Pray for slaps, attack a track, that's how to get away with murder
Entirely viable, liable, I am to snap
Keep a tab on this one 'fore we let him get in any further
It's too late, I'm infiltrating in your space
And by the time you see my face, your boy already got your chick in order
Your ducks are not in a row, I brought a couple home
Popped a couple goose, we got more silly than this fucking song
You like that, say somethin' new to spite that
You trip, I'm out the room, I got no energy to spite that
The fish they like to bite back, they lit, well I ignite that
They wish they had the potency I have, I'm really like that!
Me and Susso adjust the waves in billows
And bust a couple flames, thank god it's Metal in this Pillow
They gon' be like "Wait a minute!", We gone have 'em Willow
These the boys with bars harder than pads of Brillo
Refuse to be tranquilo, abuse the beat I'm evil
Accusing me of villainy, you're right, it can't be legal
Music needs a hero, it surely can't be me though
I slaughter shit; I rip, flip, and shatter egos
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Santosusso
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