[Intro]
Fuckin' it up
Aye
Yeah, aye
[Verse 1]
Cease and desist, 'fore I crease the Off-White and your jeans
True Religion's false promises, they warp your beliefs
You-know-it-all type, your heart's in your sleeve
Evangelizin', catchin' bodies, shepherd's tendin' the sheep
Grand Isle of the Very Exquisite, we eat
Preppin' the roster, maneuverin' smarter, kapeesh
5v5, nah I'll carry, 1v5 on this beat
Blacktop, by the porch, I'll stamp the file deceased
Steph Curry with the perfect release
I'm shootin' shots and drivin' lanes every week
Greenlightin', now let the celebration proceed
24 days and some change in, peace to the beast
The Black Mamba, the co-pilot, and offspring
The losses result in dissonance, call it entropy (Ahh!)
Empty my soul, chain lock it, then ditch the key
The story of a depressed boy obsessed with defeat
[Samples]
And we almost lost Detroit
[Verse 2]
You know what I mean?
But nah see, we flexin' cheat codes
Double or triple fireball in the Mario
Cus' nobody willin' to be Brian Griffin, the joke
Or would I? Shit, the consequence would cost a token at most
Exchange 'em for photos of nuclear families loungin' in couches
Nagasaki, we toast
Uh
[Samples: Brian Griffin]
I know we don't talk about doggy years a lot
But I-I just wish you could have waited to find out how talented you were until I was gone
By the time I'm dead, you won't even be 10
You'll have 70 more years to be great
I just wish I coulda had five to be good
[Samples: Stewie Griffin]
There's your voice, Brian
It's a depressing voice, but it's yours
Write from that
Hey listen, me and the other playwrights are going out to have drinks with Woody Allen and his daughter-wife
You wanna come?
Fuckin' it up
Aye
Yeah, aye
[Verse 1]
Cease and desist, 'fore I crease the Off-White and your jeans
True Religion's false promises, they warp your beliefs
You-know-it-all type, your heart's in your sleeve
Evangelizin', catchin' bodies, shepherd's tendin' the sheep
Grand Isle of the Very Exquisite, we eat
Preppin' the roster, maneuverin' smarter, kapeesh
5v5, nah I'll carry, 1v5 on this beat
Blacktop, by the porch, I'll stamp the file deceased
Steph Curry with the perfect release
I'm shootin' shots and drivin' lanes every week
Greenlightin', now let the celebration proceed
24 days and some change in, peace to the beast
The Black Mamba, the co-pilot, and offspring
The losses result in dissonance, call it entropy (Ahh!)
Empty my soul, chain lock it, then ditch the key
The story of a depressed boy obsessed with defeat
[Samples]
And we almost lost Detroit
[Verse 2]
You know what I mean?
But nah see, we flexin' cheat codes
Double or triple fireball in the Mario
Cus' nobody willin' to be Brian Griffin, the joke
Or would I? Shit, the consequence would cost a token at most
Exchange 'em for photos of nuclear families loungin' in couches
Nagasaki, we toast
Uh
[Samples: Brian Griffin]
I know we don't talk about doggy years a lot
But I-I just wish you could have waited to find out how talented you were until I was gone
By the time I'm dead, you won't even be 10
You'll have 70 more years to be great
I just wish I coulda had five to be good
[Samples: Stewie Griffin]
There's your voice, Brian
It's a depressing voice, but it's yours
Write from that
Hey listen, me and the other playwrights are going out to have drinks with Woody Allen and his daughter-wife
You wanna come?
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