Super Sound
Almost like I got me super sound
(Super sound, surround sound super sound)
Hear it now
I can't take defeat, when you're walking in my zone
This a star song along
But i'm only star alone
Now in front of the door sits a cone
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment, this what I do
You couldn't pay me, pay me ta choose, choose another one, 'nother one
And I know you don't like sound of the gun
I'm bout ta make you run, run
Runnin' ta shoot, they wanna' pick up
I'll do it holding a swisher
Yea I go shoot, yea go swish up
Taking you outta' the picture
Go drool as you picture Luma's shirt on you
That's kinda weird fool
Hope my mind can take a move
They don't, they don't
They don't wanna lose it now
I be sittin', sittin' back ta snooze on a Prada couch
I don't think i'm gonna' sit up
But i'm gonna' find a way ta get up
They tryna' write all my sins up
But I said boy, boy get your Zyns up
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment
(Ouu ouu, ouu, ouu ouu)
This the only thing I do, this and you
Wait, not like that fool
I might have ta get it movin' now
I be chillin', chillin' on the roof, they watch from the ground
I don't think they can get up
But if they do, i'ma have ta put a stick up
Please don't write all my sins up
I would rather go, go to the big truck
And get hit by the fro- ont
Yea the fro- o- ont of the truck
How'd I manage ta miss a bunt
I be lookin' for the Ump but there's no luck
And just like that, I can't redo my love
Right in the back, I hid my hea- art
So on a track I talk about some of the bad damn scars
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment, this what I do
(Super sound, surround sound super sound)
Hear it now
I can't take defeat, when you're walking in my zone
This a star song along
But i'm only star alone
Now in front of the door sits a cone
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment, this what I do
You couldn't pay me, pay me ta choose, choose another one, 'nother one
And I know you don't like sound of the gun
I'm bout ta make you run, run
Runnin' ta shoot, they wanna' pick up
I'll do it holding a swisher
Yea I go shoot, yea go swish up
Taking you outta' the picture
Go drool as you picture Luma's shirt on you
That's kinda weird fool
Hope my mind can take a move
They don't, they don't
They don't wanna lose it now
I be sittin', sittin' back ta snooze on a Prada couch
I don't think i'm gonna' sit up
But i'm gonna' find a way ta get up
They tryna' write all my sins up
But I said boy, boy get your Zyns up
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment
(Ouu ouu, ouu, ouu ouu)
This the only thing I do, this and you
Wait, not like that fool
I might have ta get it movin' now
I be chillin', chillin' on the roof, they watch from the ground
I don't think they can get up
But if they do, i'ma have ta put a stick up
Please don't write all my sins up
I would rather go, go to the big truck
And get hit by the fro- ont
Yea the fro- o- ont of the truck
How'd I manage ta miss a bunt
I be lookin' for the Ump but there's no luck
And just like that, I can't redo my love
Right in the back, I hid my hea- art
So on a track I talk about some of the bad damn scars
Now on top of the scalp sits a crown
And they almost, almost made it out
And it's like I got me super sound
'Cause I think, think they hear it now
Don't even need a push ta start
I just be thinking and then "woosh!" like a car
You been obtuse!
And far from the truth
I haven't even start breaking any rules
I don't even need a payment, this what I do
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Townsend
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