Testo Motorbreath - Sugs
Testo della canzone Motorbreath (Sugs), tratta dall'album Pepper
What about you, you wanna smoke my jay?
No I got shit to do too. A lot cooking
What the fuck, really?
Alright, one hit
There we go motherfucker!
Breakin' down the wall, there ain't much ado about it
Tell me then, just gotta keep the lens on
Cus' we never get involved, less a dollar comin out it
I money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo-dolo)
What friends? Got my jay done sittin' on the right
Finna burn it til the burden of my living's goodbye
Over tempted, drugs, yeah I'm dipping into mine
Motorbreath scent stuffed sittin' in the air tight
Had to leave my body for a couple minutes
Puttin' off the hobbies for another fixin'
Tell the homies bout' my show and all I hear is crickets
And they ain't never tryna kick it; alright okay then
I like to think that I been dancing to a different cadence
Been watching all ya favorite rappers thinkin' that they Asian
Only explanation, maybe they been scizophrenic
The weed the only reason I still keep an inch of patience
Call this one the lil distractor
The distance from the bullshit is this pack here
To dip from the type sadness, you light this here
I like to see the lights, what a vice to carry
Smokin' up the fairy dust, so pardon it, I'm prolly bent
Forgot the engine kick up when you throttle it, it's startling
Sinning with the medicine, but that's where all the art is in
I'm awful with the self control, it's ripping through the cartilage
Breakin' down the wall, there ain't much ado about it
Tell me then, just gotta keep the lens on
Cus' we never get involved, less a dollar comin out it
I money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo-dolo)
What friends? Got my jay done sittin' on the right
Finna burn it til the burden of my living's goodbye
Over tempted, drugs, yeah I'm dipping into mine
Motorbreath scent stuffed sittin' in the air tight
Time travel when I smoke bitch
Packing deaf, Kat Williams, you a joke bitch
Got the angel on my shoulder said I should record
And got the devil on the other rollin more piff
It's a gift doe, kissin on the endo
Seven year stoge, high hold me like Calypso
Tell me what you kids know about the world hop
See a prompt inside the lighter and a monster in the thick smoke
I told you jack that I'm goin off
Im in the bachelor pad with Patrick Bateman and a bloody saw
Who you tryna beat? I seen em all
I trade dimensions, did I mention you been fired by the fuckin' boss
And not to mention, my attention lost
I'm awful sorry that I'm steppin on you silly, but I'm really not
It ain't a biggie doe I'm dozing off
Yeah this a different typa fire, man I'm higher than the fuckin' bar
Breakin' down the wall, there ain't much ado about it
Tell me then, just gotta keep the lens on
Cus' we never get involved, less a dollar comin out it
I money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo-dolo)
What friends? Got my jay done sittin' on the right
Finna burn it til the burden of my living's goodbye
Over tempted, drugs, yeah I'm dipping into mine
Motorbreath scent stuffed sittin' in the air tight
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Matthew Sugars
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