URN/CAPTAIN
Walking out the cave bitch I'm back up in my duffel
Big shirt paired with the pants textured ruffle
I just have to ask do you hang with the muggles
Because the magic man hitting back asking me for double
Chunky B it never been no struggle
I spit off the top straight from the muzzle
I ain't got no Prada but your chick still wanna cuddle
And my face be turning her from ice cube right into a puddle
Huskies pull my sled from up through terrain
I spend all my bucks on weed and some drank
I don't give a fuck my trees got the stank
You don't want the chunk my steez like La Flame
Pockets full of cheddar I'm an activist
Like a hockey stick my records get to slapping shit
Put on the songs and yo head get to bopping
Around the world and the edge where we stopping
Untied shoe laced it up
They fucking around with me trying to play with chunk
But I be coming like LeBron ain't no laying up
I blow the "Os" in your face and they tasting skunk
Height to the curb then I'm facing blunts
Nice with the herb and the ink and stuff
I rolled the dice and I earned all they pinky trust
I saw a sight of a urn hold my ancient dust
I've got them tossing and turning like lettuce straight out the salad
The sled dogs finish races then pull up to the palace
We having celebrations, saving graces, raising the chalice
I'm tired waiting patient it's my turn I'm flagrant with fouling
I'm the one and only so I have to make it happen
Swinging round my sword I cut my problems like they dragons
I remember when they split apart putting me in factions
Tried to place me in the front seat, told me I'm the captain
Those were the were the days and they left me but a fraction
That's of the man I was, feet is slipping losing traction
On the same day I reclaimed, took some action
I had to fill the that space with the taste of satisfaction
Big shirt paired with the pants textured ruffle
I just have to ask do you hang with the muggles
Because the magic man hitting back asking me for double
Chunky B it never been no struggle
I spit off the top straight from the muzzle
I ain't got no Prada but your chick still wanna cuddle
And my face be turning her from ice cube right into a puddle
Huskies pull my sled from up through terrain
I spend all my bucks on weed and some drank
I don't give a fuck my trees got the stank
You don't want the chunk my steez like La Flame
Pockets full of cheddar I'm an activist
Like a hockey stick my records get to slapping shit
Put on the songs and yo head get to bopping
Around the world and the edge where we stopping
Untied shoe laced it up
They fucking around with me trying to play with chunk
But I be coming like LeBron ain't no laying up
I blow the "Os" in your face and they tasting skunk
Height to the curb then I'm facing blunts
Nice with the herb and the ink and stuff
I rolled the dice and I earned all they pinky trust
I saw a sight of a urn hold my ancient dust
I've got them tossing and turning like lettuce straight out the salad
The sled dogs finish races then pull up to the palace
We having celebrations, saving graces, raising the chalice
I'm tired waiting patient it's my turn I'm flagrant with fouling
I'm the one and only so I have to make it happen
Swinging round my sword I cut my problems like they dragons
I remember when they split apart putting me in factions
Tried to place me in the front seat, told me I'm the captain
Those were the were the days and they left me but a fraction
That's of the man I was, feet is slipping losing traction
On the same day I reclaimed, took some action
I had to fill the that space with the taste of satisfaction
Credits
Writer(s): Brody Burton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.