CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Soft Gold
Egg noodles and ketchup in the boonies
Here's hopin' the goonies don't catch up to me
Flickerin' movin' pictures Kubrickian, I lit the doobie
She said, "Life's not a movie
You can't stay the night, that's not what we doin'."
No disrespect, but I was never part of anybody's movement
They'll rewrite the whole thing if you let 'em do it
My kid's dead to me if I catch him smokin' mids
Railroad apartment, f**k the fire department, I'm smokin' ribs
Wow, as if you knew what it is, let me tell you what it ain't
Split a bird on hot coals to char short ribbеd steak
Hot grease on my fingеrs countin' small bills grinnin'
My own lil piece of n***a heaven, cacklin'
Y'all go play in traffic, it's not no accident
The belts are for the takin'
Might drop a weight cla** to shake sh*t up over there
Wood resin all in the air
Pa**ages reciting 'em, taxing for negligence
Keep the checks separate, fake name on the hotel check-in
First in line for the waffle iron, how these n***as wake up lyin'?
I tried to take 'em serious but, (it's wrestlin') couldn't do it
Even though I know, I know, n***as is stupid
Ay, you never really know what these dummies might be doin'
I'm coolin'
For all I know, might move a couple more units, keep it movin'
Radiator full of coolant
Gas too high to spin your block, just parked up in the Buick
I pray for these brothers like a rat in the wall
If they die, it's just a new problem to solve
Yeah
Somewhere between happy to be here and y'all should've been knowin'
I won't abandon the moment, control my only opponent
I'm a phantom, I'm frozen
The lizard landed, I'm loaded
Two handed, blessed with many names
Seven times seven, get your head in the game
Dampen it with pain, traced to the letter
The melody tastes like BoKu
Minding my betters, my manners are rec room
Flesh wound Friday, all hail the honorable for front page
Tribunes and Chronicles
I like crumb cake but I don't chase crumbs
Forget me not
Here's hopin' the goonies don't catch up to me
Flickerin' movin' pictures Kubrickian, I lit the doobie
She said, "Life's not a movie
You can't stay the night, that's not what we doin'."
No disrespect, but I was never part of anybody's movement
They'll rewrite the whole thing if you let 'em do it
My kid's dead to me if I catch him smokin' mids
Railroad apartment, f**k the fire department, I'm smokin' ribs
Wow, as if you knew what it is, let me tell you what it ain't
Split a bird on hot coals to char short ribbеd steak
Hot grease on my fingеrs countin' small bills grinnin'
My own lil piece of n***a heaven, cacklin'
Y'all go play in traffic, it's not no accident
The belts are for the takin'
Might drop a weight cla** to shake sh*t up over there
Wood resin all in the air
Pa**ages reciting 'em, taxing for negligence
Keep the checks separate, fake name on the hotel check-in
First in line for the waffle iron, how these n***as wake up lyin'?
I tried to take 'em serious but, (it's wrestlin') couldn't do it
Even though I know, I know, n***as is stupid
Ay, you never really know what these dummies might be doin'
I'm coolin'
For all I know, might move a couple more units, keep it movin'
Radiator full of coolant
Gas too high to spin your block, just parked up in the Buick
I pray for these brothers like a rat in the wall
If they die, it's just a new problem to solve
Yeah
Somewhere between happy to be here and y'all should've been knowin'
I won't abandon the moment, control my only opponent
I'm a phantom, I'm frozen
The lizard landed, I'm loaded
Two handed, blessed with many names
Seven times seven, get your head in the game
Dampen it with pain, traced to the letter
The melody tastes like BoKu
Minding my betters, my manners are rec room
Flesh wound Friday, all hail the honorable for front page
Tribunes and Chronicles
I like crumb cake but I don't chase crumbs
Forget me not
