[Intro: Gene Wilder]
Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin (Huh)
[Chorus: SPECTR]
Yeah, you call me Willy Fucking Wonka
The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it
It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic
Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time
You had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse
To make it far, you wake and bake
I'm better there's no debate
And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays
[Verse 1: SPECTR]
I deal with this shit by reclusing (Huh?)
You out here, loose-caboosing (What?)
With your girl, I hit it while snoozing (Woo)
You sitting with her, all bruiser-cruising (Woah)
Yeah, know I'm too bougie, know I'm never losing
Yeah, riding in the Benz, top-down. yeah we cruising
(Vocal Chopping)
We trucing
[Interlude]
Really?
Yeah dude, of course
Aw, thanks man
[Verse 2: SPECTR]
Sike bitch, what the fuck are you on
I got more crazy shit in my head than fucking Quanon (Perfect)
Walking in the room, like "The fuck is going on?"
Highest in the room like I'm bringing the storm in
Outshine you, yeah, you're storming off the stage
You couldn't keep the pace. you jealous I get double the plays
Bitch I'm the one with the golden ticket yeah
I gotta hold my own space!
[Chorus: SPECTR]
Bitches call me Willy fucking Wonka
The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it
It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic
Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time
Yeah, you had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse
To make it far, you wake and bake
I'm better there's no debate
And I rode the wave
And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays
[Verse 3: SPECTR]
My music grows on you like a fucking disease
I make music that you'll fuck with, you got an STD
I drop fire, so they saying "Huh?", I burned the village
Don't blame me, the leaks caused a spillage
Bar after bar, after bar after bar
One hit in the whole, how I stay on par
David and goliath shit, bitch I'm Bowing, Blackstar
Rolling in the whip, I got exclusive cars
WC 2023, exclusive cards
You a BMW, I'm a Jaguar
Go easy on you noobs, how I set the bar
And I can get higher than you, like "Damn, that's far"
Got this game on strings like I play guitar
Remember you while I write my memoir, like
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool
Like Bobby Bobby Hall, how I like to ball
In the middle of winter, I got the smoothest drip
Like it came off the tap, I don't even make the trip
I just stay in the right like U-uh-Kip
I got the craziest bars. I got the craziest whip
I got the craziest flows, I got the craziest chick, (Sike)
Got the urge to win, I just scratch the itch
Game in my hand like I'm holding a Wii
Tracks so fire, my throwaway's still crazy
But I cover all bases like A-Z!
[Outro]
I broke up with ma ex-girl, here's her number
(Crowd murmurs)
Sike, that's the wrong number!
(Crowd erupts & Cheers)
Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin (Huh)
[Chorus: SPECTR]
Yeah, you call me Willy Fucking Wonka
The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it
It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic
Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time
You had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse
To make it far, you wake and bake
I'm better there's no debate
And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays
[Verse 1: SPECTR]
I deal with this shit by reclusing (Huh?)
You out here, loose-caboosing (What?)
With your girl, I hit it while snoozing (Woo)
You sitting with her, all bruiser-cruising (Woah)
Yeah, know I'm too bougie, know I'm never losing
Yeah, riding in the Benz, top-down. yeah we cruising
(Vocal Chopping)
We trucing
[Interlude]
Really?
Yeah dude, of course
Aw, thanks man
[Verse 2: SPECTR]
Sike bitch, what the fuck are you on
I got more crazy shit in my head than fucking Quanon (Perfect)
Walking in the room, like "The fuck is going on?"
Highest in the room like I'm bringing the storm in
Outshine you, yeah, you're storming off the stage
You couldn't keep the pace. you jealous I get double the plays
Bitch I'm the one with the golden ticket yeah
I gotta hold my own space!
[Chorus: SPECTR]
Bitches call me Willy fucking Wonka
The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it
It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic
Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time
Yeah, you had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse
To make it far, you wake and bake
I'm better there's no debate
And I rode the wave
And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays
[Verse 3: SPECTR]
My music grows on you like a fucking disease
I make music that you'll fuck with, you got an STD
I drop fire, so they saying "Huh?", I burned the village
Don't blame me, the leaks caused a spillage
Bar after bar, after bar after bar
One hit in the whole, how I stay on par
David and goliath shit, bitch I'm Bowing, Blackstar
Rolling in the whip, I got exclusive cars
WC 2023, exclusive cards
You a BMW, I'm a Jaguar
Go easy on you noobs, how I set the bar
And I can get higher than you, like "Damn, that's far"
Got this game on strings like I play guitar
Remember you while I write my memoir, like
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool
Like Bobby Bobby Hall, how I like to ball
In the middle of winter, I got the smoothest drip
Like it came off the tap, I don't even make the trip
I just stay in the right like U-uh-Kip
I got the craziest bars. I got the craziest whip
I got the craziest flows, I got the craziest chick, (Sike)
Got the urge to win, I just scratch the itch
Game in my hand like I'm holding a Wii
Tracks so fire, my throwaway's still crazy
But I cover all bases like A-Z!
[Outro]
I broke up with ma ex-girl, here's her number
(Crowd murmurs)
Sike, that's the wrong number!
(Crowd erupts & Cheers)
( Spectr )
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