Electric City

Look
And I don't need a break, Imma body casts
Hard to get it's like I'm Holly Flax
All these these body bags
Ask me anything I Reddit, done
You get a ten, I get a Levinson
I'm like damn
What they cookin' don't stick like Pam
Yom Kapoor, I got 'em praying I ran
They be cool but they barely bussin
I be crossing words, goin Stanley Hudson
Hm yeah
Hard to imagine I came with the heat
Got Cap on Dwight, know he came with the beat
Black on black so I welcome matte
I never came with a lease
Hm yeah, never alone
Counting on it like I'm Kevin Malone
And I'm the illest that's apparent, no
When I ain't never have an errant flow, I gotta go
Doin my dance, keepin' it cool like I married a Vance
Phyllis, they don't really have a Chauncey like Billups
Ruffle my feathers I'm ya killin' ya quicker
I'm kind of a dick I'm Deangelo Vickers
I'm sick in the heady ain't Karen a bit man this shit Filippelli
I'm ready and will win
Y'all shit egregious, Philbin
Come with the karma
All of these bitches are showing they titties like Meredith Palmer
Watch me
Good with the fam but I office and live Scott free
Kind of a coward
Time for the switch
Pushing the weight in the Jim
But I'm feelin like feelin like this
Toby Flenderson a bitch (what)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (okay)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (what)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (okay)
Kind of a coward
Time for the switch
Pushing the weight in the Jim
But I'm feelin like feelin like this
Toby Flenderson a bitch (what)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (okay)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (what)
Toby Flenderson a bitch (okay)



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Writer(s): Ryan Thorbjornsen
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