Critcal freestyle
Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see, the world
The next I breathe in
Turnin' blue
Tell me love takes its toll
So pretend to be me
Like you do when you're With me
Oh, i think this shit
Was so bad
And this shit's just so bad
Huh, oh yeah, why
We so bad?
I don't know how to feel
Don't know how to feel
Don't know how to feel
Uh, all my feelings
I'm, gon' kill, with
Novocaine, ay, ay
With novocaine, ay, ay
Ain't chasin' women like I'm Drake, ay
Ain't chasin' money like I'm, uh, Waka Flocka with The flame
Ha, ha with the flame
I got so much pain
Kick that shit up like
I'm Liu Kang, let's go, uh
Shooting movies
Like I'm Johnny Cage
Hit that shit up like
I got propane
Don't mention my name, Don't mention my name, Keep that mouth, uh, uh,
In your ways, uh, keep That drugs
Out your way
Keep that drugs
Out my mouth
Keep that drugs, way out
Keep that drugs, way out
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, I'm gone, I'm gone Gotta Flavor Flav
Get shit on, run this shit
Run this shit, uh
Trix, trix is for kids, huh
Huh, trax is for grown
Men
Trax, is for kids
No, I'm joking, Trix
Is for kid, uh, uh,
We roll with the blick
Uh, uh, we love the bling
Uh, and we get high as Shit, oh
I wanna see, the world
The next I breathe in
Turnin' blue
Tell me love takes its toll
So pretend to be me
Like you do when you're With me
Oh, i think this shit
Was so bad
And this shit's just so bad
Huh, oh yeah, why
We so bad?
I don't know how to feel
Don't know how to feel
Don't know how to feel
Uh, all my feelings
I'm, gon' kill, with
Novocaine, ay, ay
With novocaine, ay, ay
Ain't chasin' women like I'm Drake, ay
Ain't chasin' money like I'm, uh, Waka Flocka with The flame
Ha, ha with the flame
I got so much pain
Kick that shit up like
I'm Liu Kang, let's go, uh
Shooting movies
Like I'm Johnny Cage
Hit that shit up like
I got propane
Don't mention my name, Don't mention my name, Keep that mouth, uh, uh,
In your ways, uh, keep That drugs
Out your way
Keep that drugs
Out my mouth
Keep that drugs, way out
Keep that drugs, way out
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, I'm gone, I'm gone Gotta Flavor Flav
Get shit on, run this shit
Run this shit, uh
Trix, trix is for kids, huh
Huh, trax is for grown
Men
Trax, is for kids
No, I'm joking, Trix
Is for kid, uh, uh,
We roll with the blick
Uh, uh, we love the bling
Uh, and we get high as Shit, oh
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Writer(s): Nathan Baribeau
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