CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Matrimony
Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin, Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty
Bumpin’ Conceited by “Milli”
One, two…
Betted in Life’s Gambit, yeah
Too many hoes on my D-I-C-K
I run the game like V-I-C-K
You talkin’ maniacs, no schiz-o-phren-ic
I can work that thing back and (tongue back)
Oceanic Feeling
I’ma be little bro, and I swam back and repeated
Fast-forward in 10 years with toes down inna Avenir
I sit around, green thumb, countin’ Mills finna
Impress
Touch me! F**k me, I grew this tree with no cages
Picked up in a coupe; and when you hop out, that sh*t hiss like Ferralligator
I’m murdering the game like Steppenwolf, what you saying?
You ‘bout to get sprayed, slide under the fence with the tense
(Hook)
Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin, Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty, I been pushing this McLaren, imagine me in the Bentley, Bumpin’ Conceited by “Milli” probably be with my Brodies
I say it’s all of us so, probably at City Walk
Prolly talking with plants, I might take it with Soda, she poppin’ a molly, maybe it was Sarah with her
I wish she was good, maybe she could talk to me carlmly, and then she is just another Brodie
The only thing that’s Holy is this girls Matrimony
Fine, glued to this shine
(Thought of the thought of the thought of the thought of the thought…)
Moral and Learned world a complete triumph for the Dieathon
Spin the sh*t; I be up on it
As I live; All Die Honest!
Chaos Ensemble; I pump shawties, i crash parties!
Fast forward 5 years;)
I was sent flying, beaten to my faulties!
Dismissed without a shred of credit or a ray of humor to comfort me
I had taken leave of the world in which I had once found a home… a world of music and flakk given to Mac for drug ads and crap in the manner of the man with a weak plan
But. When kansas flip, you start losing two and two like a Bluetooth
A fun fair, with Bugs’s Bae
Call it:
Lola Pallooza for the folk lore
And I have nothing to prove, except I’m a dreamer with shoes, accept your significances
Like a Nyan Cat with
Oreo Kittens, sh*t, hit me up faster!
I’m a traveling man, I found her, ran her her Cat
I’m lonely inside of expensive interior
Hit up yo numbers and tap on my phone
Imagine me never bustin, Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty
Bumpin’ Conceited by “Milli”
One, two…
Betted in Life’s Gambit, yeah
Too many hoes on my D-I-C-K
I run the game like V-I-C-K
You talkin’ maniacs, no schiz-o-phren-ic
I can work that thing back and (tongue back)
Oceanic Feeling
I’ma be little bro, and I swam back and repeated
Fast-forward in 10 years with toes down inna Avenir
I sit around, green thumb, countin’ Mills finna
Impress
Touch me! F**k me, I grew this tree with no cages
Picked up in a coupe; and when you hop out, that sh*t hiss like Ferralligator
I’m murdering the game like Steppenwolf, what you saying?
You ‘bout to get sprayed, slide under the fence with the tense
(Hook)
Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin, Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty, I been pushing this McLaren, imagine me in the Bentley, Bumpin’ Conceited by “Milli” probably be with my Brodies
I say it’s all of us so, probably at City Walk
Prolly talking with plants, I might take it with Soda, she poppin’ a molly, maybe it was Sarah with her
I wish she was good, maybe she could talk to me carlmly, and then she is just another Brodie
The only thing that’s Holy is this girls Matrimony
Fine, glued to this shine
(Thought of the thought of the thought of the thought of the thought…)
Moral and Learned world a complete triumph for the Dieathon
Spin the sh*t; I be up on it
As I live; All Die Honest!
Chaos Ensemble; I pump shawties, i crash parties!
Fast forward 5 years;)
I was sent flying, beaten to my faulties!
Dismissed without a shred of credit or a ray of humor to comfort me
I had taken leave of the world in which I had once found a home… a world of music and flakk given to Mac for drug ads and crap in the manner of the man with a weak plan
But. When kansas flip, you start losing two and two like a Bluetooth
A fun fair, with Bugs’s Bae
Call it:
Lola Pallooza for the folk lore
And I have nothing to prove, except I’m a dreamer with shoes, accept your significances
Like a Nyan Cat with
Oreo Kittens, sh*t, hit me up faster!
I’m a traveling man, I found her, ran her her Cat
I’m lonely inside of expensive interior
Hit up yo numbers and tap on my phone
