Dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
Every beat I hop on you know I'm going to go Dumb
I'm going to ride my own wave I ain't sticking Out my thumb
I'm a D.O.G. I'll change my name to Fuzz
Hand me the mic, a beast I become
I ain't rapping about guns but I got one On my waist tho
They hear my talking about God they Tell me I should lay low
But I ain't gonna stop till I hear my Father say so
You think I'm gonna leave?
You better put away the rake bro
Queso, like I'm dipping some chips
I be swimming with piranhas while I'm trying to fish
I be living for the Father so I know the Devil pissed
But I'll keep standing on the rock I Ain't talking about Chris
Nah!
But you might get slapped
If you stand in between me and that Checkered flag
Cause I'm going to finish the race
And not to throw it in your face
But I'm running circles around you That's a victory lap
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat I go stupid
I fell in love with the game thanks to Cupid
Fake friends hit my line I'm like who Dis?
I got no interest in talking to Judas
If you stab me in the back then you're Done for
I stay a few steps ahead of you like a Front porch
They tell me if I wanna make it
Stop talking about the creator
Smoke a little weed plus I gotta cuss More
So if I mention Jesus
You won't bump this in your Prius?
But He's the only reason I'm adding all Of this season
To these instrumentals
I thought I told you I'm a dog
But there ain't no way for you to keep Me in the kennel
Oh you don't like me? Let me play you The world's smallest fiddle
Or violin, I'm not one to get violent
I don't even know I'm saying I'm just Free-styling aye
That was so dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
Every beat I hop on you know I'm going to go Dumb
I'm going to ride my own wave I ain't sticking Out my thumb
I'm a D.O.G. I'll change my name to Fuzz
Hand me the mic, a beast I become
I ain't rapping about guns but I got one On my waist tho
They hear my talking about God they Tell me I should lay low
But I ain't gonna stop till I hear my Father say so
You think I'm gonna leave?
You better put away the rake bro
Queso, like I'm dipping some chips
I be swimming with piranhas while I'm trying to fish
I be living for the Father so I know the Devil pissed
But I'll keep standing on the rock I Ain't talking about Chris
Nah!
But you might get slapped
If you stand in between me and that Checkered flag
Cause I'm going to finish the race
And not to throw it in your face
But I'm running circles around you That's a victory lap
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat I go stupid
I fell in love with the game thanks to Cupid
Fake friends hit my line I'm like who Dis?
I got no interest in talking to Judas
If you stab me in the back then you're Done for
I stay a few steps ahead of you like a Front porch
They tell me if I wanna make it
Stop talking about the creator
Smoke a little weed plus I gotta cuss More
So if I mention Jesus
You won't bump this in your Prius?
But He's the only reason I'm adding all Of this season
To these instrumentals
I thought I told you I'm a dog
But there ain't no way for you to keep Me in the kennel
Oh you don't like me? Let me play you The world's smallest fiddle
Or violin, I'm not one to get violent
I don't even know I'm saying I'm just Free-styling aye
That was so dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
I go dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
Dumb dumb dumb on the beat
Dumb on the beat
I go dumb
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Shackelford
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