Semper Gumby
Look, you don't get to getting out your head
It won't even make a difference when your dead
Motherfucker that's a fact ugh
I've been putting faith into this lead
Because without it, I undoubtedly would dread
Everything I gotta face
Yea
I been making haste
Yea
I done parted ways with all the people that was hating
Cuz today I need the space
Yea
Fuck up outta my face
Yea
I was in Ventura drinking them forties by the case
Got me feeling like the ace
I ain't joking
Was adjacent to the ocean
If you playing with the path I been laying
Our relationship is broken
I'm too devoted
Motherfucker
Rest In Peace to Ryan Freeman
I'm just floating
Motherfucker
Ah yea
Good until it goes bad
I just rap how I been living, shit I really don't brag
Never really had too
I ain't doing taboos
But you don't give me my respect then I'm going cashews
Bad news
This is nuts
Last name Slutz it wasn't Sluts
Semper Gumby and it ain't funny just how fast I could adjust
I done had em from the jump
Give a fuck about such and such
10 years old my daddy had me in that whip driving a clutch
Guess that's why I love a truck
Whipping uncle Randy's now
Extra large tee, see I still prefer my hand-me-downs
We was back at gammy's house
Poppy sitting sloppy in his chair
Back when you could not resist a double dare
Here it goes
I bet you would not pursue these little flows
And give these people rhythm that'd keep em on they toes
Had to follow through, then I got to see it grow
This is michael weston slutz, it's the season of the O
Motherfucker
Ahh
Ahh
Bad news for you Foes
I'm going cashews on these flows
Ain't never a reason to remotely stop believing
Give a fuck about em sleeping, I'm just reaping what I sew
The shit we go through
Just to make it go through
They done put us in the corner now we going goku
Off of making no moves
Ain't a reason to be keeping shit low
O.H.I.O. yea it's the season of the O yea
Circle basis on the, need to know
And you don't even need to know
Yea
Rain, hail, sleet, snow we can go
Baby that's the way it goes
From the ground up
People in the back really need to turn the sound up
Yea
Yea
Said what you know
O-H-I-O, it's the season of the O
It won't even make a difference when your dead
Motherfucker that's a fact ugh
I've been putting faith into this lead
Because without it, I undoubtedly would dread
Everything I gotta face
Yea
I been making haste
Yea
I done parted ways with all the people that was hating
Cuz today I need the space
Yea
Fuck up outta my face
Yea
I was in Ventura drinking them forties by the case
Got me feeling like the ace
I ain't joking
Was adjacent to the ocean
If you playing with the path I been laying
Our relationship is broken
I'm too devoted
Motherfucker
Rest In Peace to Ryan Freeman
I'm just floating
Motherfucker
Ah yea
Good until it goes bad
I just rap how I been living, shit I really don't brag
Never really had too
I ain't doing taboos
But you don't give me my respect then I'm going cashews
Bad news
This is nuts
Last name Slutz it wasn't Sluts
Semper Gumby and it ain't funny just how fast I could adjust
I done had em from the jump
Give a fuck about such and such
10 years old my daddy had me in that whip driving a clutch
Guess that's why I love a truck
Whipping uncle Randy's now
Extra large tee, see I still prefer my hand-me-downs
We was back at gammy's house
Poppy sitting sloppy in his chair
Back when you could not resist a double dare
Here it goes
I bet you would not pursue these little flows
And give these people rhythm that'd keep em on they toes
Had to follow through, then I got to see it grow
This is michael weston slutz, it's the season of the O
Motherfucker
Ahh
Ahh
Bad news for you Foes
I'm going cashews on these flows
Ain't never a reason to remotely stop believing
Give a fuck about em sleeping, I'm just reaping what I sew
The shit we go through
Just to make it go through
They done put us in the corner now we going goku
Off of making no moves
Ain't a reason to be keeping shit low
O.H.I.O. yea it's the season of the O yea
Circle basis on the, need to know
And you don't even need to know
Yea
Rain, hail, sleet, snow we can go
Baby that's the way it goes
From the ground up
People in the back really need to turn the sound up
Yea
Yea
Said what you know
O-H-I-O, it's the season of the O
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Writer(s): Michael Slutz
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