CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Last Day In Brooklyn
Listen to my joint, get high!
Hello beauty, call me daddy, it's bedtime
I'm on duty getting juicy in Bed-Stuy
I could hang you with your pitiful necktie
I don't give a f**k, guess why?
I found the road to Valhalla, let's drive
We'll take a break au château de Versailles
Sippin’ glasses of the best red wines
Tu rappes en anglais mais t’es français. Well tried
I’m just picking in my head fresh rhymes
Let me open blood bags for my French fries
We all got a bright side. Where’s mine?
No need for mass shooting to headline
911 is 9 11, weird sign
Hi! Comment allez-vous ? Just fine!
Do you like this creepy Magic School Bus ride?
I'm thirty-six, my flow’s certified
You should wash your face with spermicide
I’m gonna try to fly and stay divine
And, if I don’t reach Nirvana, nevermind
You’re shakin' like a bartender with
Parkinson’s disease
You’ve been waiting for me for thirty years
Like Bart Simpson’s degrees
You can rely on me, I'm a scientist
I got the same haircut as the Lion King
I can hit you with my iron fist
And squeeze you like a giant beast
You look mesmerized by my Busta Rhymes' vibes
I feel glad when I mess my life up
Might be mad but the last to line up
Call me badass, I sat on Bibles
I’m snakin’ around those Christian apple trees
Tastin’ a lot of crispy bacon strips
Rappin' over jazz, funk, trap and afro beats
I’m an astronaut on a battleship
Born in a haunted treehouse
I wanna die on a mountain milking sea cows?
Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Ni hao
Do you have a weed stick for my big mouth?
I go green like the Wicked Witch of the West
I got twisted lyrics, take your ticket quick; I request
I’m a mess, I married loneliness so please don’t step on my long p*n*s
My genius shines like Venus, sorry I digress
I’m living an adventure at recess, adult’s life I repress
I might be the best in the game since Wallace Chris’ is dead. Am I dissin'? Yes!
From JFK to CDG, my lover's name was Billie Jean
Beware of me, I'm really mean, I eat embryos like chili beans
Hello beauty, call me daddy, it's bedtime
I'm on duty getting juicy in Bed-Stuy
I could hang you with your pitiful necktie
I don't give a f**k, guess why?
I found the road to Valhalla, let's drive
We'll take a break au château de Versailles
Sippin’ glasses of the best red wines
Tu rappes en anglais mais t’es français. Well tried
I’m just picking in my head fresh rhymes
Let me open blood bags for my French fries
We all got a bright side. Where’s mine?
No need for mass shooting to headline
911 is 9 11, weird sign
Hi! Comment allez-vous ? Just fine!
Do you like this creepy Magic School Bus ride?
I'm thirty-six, my flow’s certified
You should wash your face with spermicide
I’m gonna try to fly and stay divine
And, if I don’t reach Nirvana, nevermind
You’re shakin' like a bartender with
Parkinson’s disease
You’ve been waiting for me for thirty years
Like Bart Simpson’s degrees
You can rely on me, I'm a scientist
I got the same haircut as the Lion King
I can hit you with my iron fist
And squeeze you like a giant beast
You look mesmerized by my Busta Rhymes' vibes
I feel glad when I mess my life up
Might be mad but the last to line up
Call me badass, I sat on Bibles
I’m snakin’ around those Christian apple trees
Tastin’ a lot of crispy bacon strips
Rappin' over jazz, funk, trap and afro beats
I’m an astronaut on a battleship
Born in a haunted treehouse
I wanna die on a mountain milking sea cows?
Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Ni hao
Do you have a weed stick for my big mouth?
I go green like the Wicked Witch of the West
I got twisted lyrics, take your ticket quick; I request
I’m a mess, I married loneliness so please don’t step on my long p*n*s
My genius shines like Venus, sorry I digress
I’m living an adventure at recess, adult’s life I repress
I might be the best in the game since Wallace Chris’ is dead. Am I dissin'? Yes!
From JFK to CDG, my lover's name was Billie Jean
Beware of me, I'm really mean, I eat embryos like chili beans
