CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Frozen Sunlight
This guy Large Professor said, “Don’t say the year”
But it’s 2012 now, and don’t nobody care
I don’t even care like I used to. You gotta look
Apathetic like Zoey D and Eliza Dushku
How they look for real? I’m not even knowing
In my head, they both look like girls named Chloe
They probably go to parties where the coca stay flowing
In Southern California, that’s the only time it’s snowy
They say rappers are reporters for the hood
Well, I just did the weather. I’m ‘bout to send it back over
To MarQ. I heard there was a shooting in the park
And a bunch of teen mothers prostituting in the dark
They do it in the name of us lost in Figaroa
In a zigzag skirt and a pink feather boa
I can’t believe they really made a drug called Soma
I’m forty G’s in debt from a bachelor’s diploma
I’m drunk on the air like Kathie Lee & Hoda
Take a couple shots a day just to fill my quota
Santino Marella, striking you with a cobra
Except it’s much, much softer when I’m sober
Grew up with a silver spoon, heroin got burned on it
4:36AM, no, not search warrant
Trigger pulled, c*cked, no words—they take yours for it
Chaos ignore us, all the fiends with that raw water
That leave their mouth dry, mile high, skied on the
Surfboard, left ‘em dead on the church doorstep
He crashing out, magna c*m laude
School of Hard Knocks with the black cap and gown
One man face your army, back ‘em down, mixed the
Skunk with dust, and they called it Black & Mild
Feet shackled, still couldn’t track him a half a mile
Beelzebub made me do it if I’m blacking out
Spaz on ‘em, them downers can’t crash me now
Chopped the sound, and they say the thunderclaps is loud
Bang out, eliminate half your crowd
Arrow in your throat and the apple in your mouth
Rusty sawblades got ‘em caught in the grind, falling
Behind. I take your brain off of your mind
Spekt, my flow measured in nautical miles, and
Y’all can’t bite. I’m taking all of your styles
But it’s 2012 now, and don’t nobody care
I don’t even care like I used to. You gotta look
Apathetic like Zoey D and Eliza Dushku
How they look for real? I’m not even knowing
In my head, they both look like girls named Chloe
They probably go to parties where the coca stay flowing
In Southern California, that’s the only time it’s snowy
They say rappers are reporters for the hood
Well, I just did the weather. I’m ‘bout to send it back over
To MarQ. I heard there was a shooting in the park
And a bunch of teen mothers prostituting in the dark
They do it in the name of us lost in Figaroa
In a zigzag skirt and a pink feather boa
I can’t believe they really made a drug called Soma
I’m forty G’s in debt from a bachelor’s diploma
I’m drunk on the air like Kathie Lee & Hoda
Take a couple shots a day just to fill my quota
Santino Marella, striking you with a cobra
Except it’s much, much softer when I’m sober
Grew up with a silver spoon, heroin got burned on it
4:36AM, no, not search warrant
Trigger pulled, c*cked, no words—they take yours for it
Chaos ignore us, all the fiends with that raw water
That leave their mouth dry, mile high, skied on the
Surfboard, left ‘em dead on the church doorstep
He crashing out, magna c*m laude
School of Hard Knocks with the black cap and gown
One man face your army, back ‘em down, mixed the
Skunk with dust, and they called it Black & Mild
Feet shackled, still couldn’t track him a half a mile
Beelzebub made me do it if I’m blacking out
Spaz on ‘em, them downers can’t crash me now
Chopped the sound, and they say the thunderclaps is loud
Bang out, eliminate half your crowd
Arrow in your throat and the apple in your mouth
Rusty sawblades got ‘em caught in the grind, falling
Behind. I take your brain off of your mind
Spekt, my flow measured in nautical miles, and
Y’all can’t bite. I’m taking all of your styles
