Testo Mildred - Norman Sann
Testo della canzone Mildred (Norman Sann), tratta dall'album I Miss Mixtapes
I went universal with the audio on twin Apollo
I spit Oxy, that's the hard pill to swallow
Used to take Custer all the way to El Dorado
But wasn't no gold where I was at, yeah
Wrestle with my demons like we on the mat
Goliath on his back, melatonin slingshot made him take the nap
When they hear me rap, they like, who is that?
And can you please run it back?
'Cause they just wanna hear the lyrics, I'm crazy like mommy dearest
Been shouting they barely hear us, you feel it deep in your spirit
You can't deny I'm the realest
Now I'm in your office like Phyllis screaming yippie ki-yay gone, call me Bruce Willis
Lyrical syphilis, yeah, I'ma bring the sickness
Right to where you're living, this that new flava in ya ear
Can you hear it? Call me Pete Rose
Everything hitting, yeah
This for the women named Mildred
Out here in Kentucky, where the plate of fried chicken?
I'm swerving to the derby on my way to make a million
Black eye peas, baby, yeah, I got a feeling
It's lights, camera, action when I walk inside the building
I got so many bars, I could probably build a prison
Flow hotter than the devil, now we out here scaring Christians
I'm finally taking over, never needed your permission, yeah
I'm out this world like a starship
My enterprise rise in the sky, I'm different
I got more drip than a christening
I shine, I'm glistening
I'll be churning out these bars like a piston
I swear that I be rapping like a gift during Christmas
I killed so many beats, I'm shocked there's not a witness
Knocking on your door telling you about my ungodly business
Every line, make your face grimace
And hold your breath until you turn the color purple
Sealy, my flow special
Call it, "Timmy", now we're out in South Park trying to rock like Milly
I went from H town to KY, now they all getting jelly
It is getting hot in here, and I ain't talking about Nelly
I'm a nightmare for these rappers like Freddy
So gone let me Cooke like Lenny, look
This for the women named Mildred
Out here in Kentucky, where the plate of fried chicken?
I'm swerving to the derby on my way to make a million
Black eye peas, baby, yeah, I got a feeling
It's lights, camera, action when I walk inside the building
I got so many bars I could probably build a prison
Flow hotter than the devil, now we out here scaring Christians
I'm finally taking over, never needed your permission
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Writer(s): Norman Deon Darnell Sanchez
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