- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
E-Dubble( Evan Sewell Wallace )
-
DayQuil
feeling kinda hoarse today, so no horse play all business skip the fun foreplay skin thickness triples by the minute with a promise that you made saying that you'd never quit it the decisions that you made that you live with take a second recognize what the gift is never re-gift it never exchange no yankee swap, you're a phillie don't trade no abreu, no mcnabb, no collapse no team colors only what's under that P cap wear black cuz' the spectrum's been gone the wach center started hosting rounds of ping pong you wanna be a champion slam the ring on you feeling outkast wear a mask you Kling on fix up, get a track to sing on your auto-tune blues build your wordly kingdom but that shit can shatter, the shit that matters ain't on your wrist or in fashion it exists within your own passion you want it to spread but instead it gets bashed in fuck but the people keep clappin' reasons are wrong chalk it up to shit happenin' bills get paid so hey you gon' cash in time to get fat and splurge no more rations
start the clock, hit the lights we got time to make it right i ain't stoppin' until the breathe's gone and even then I'll probably hit em with the death song show the scars that you earned need the pain to help you learn we cut through that old bullshit burning fires from retired old pulpits talk your shit, be yourself play the cards that you've been dealt i don't fake well, but I shake chills still here and I'm sippin' on dayquil
top shelf- even when my health is in question so please quell all the questions no more guesses, full court press and your point got caught then called for a tech Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com damn- we dont' even use our subs cover enough bases to shake basement clubs wake up motherfucker, fuck your payment stub my labor's love ask your girl's labia it knows it, and so does her hymen my mind can shine when I'm rhyme but I am not golden time can't stretch and I can't control it they throw punches that I just roll with black and blue my bruises get scolded can't shake the pain but I can dull it too busy for ridgety no soul shit still tryna fly but I'm grounded at Dulles
start the clock, hit the lights we got time to make it right i ain't stoppin' until the breathe's gone and even then I'll probably hit em with the death song show the scars that you earned need the pain to help you learn we cut through that old bullshit burning fires from retired old pulpits talk your shit, be yourself play the cards that you've been dealt i don't fake well, but I shake chills still here and I'm sippin' on dayquil
to all my lovers, and all my haters i throw a cup up full of that makers i know it sucks sometimes but luck is blind we grind and you never gonna shake us take the mask off my rap sauce stays gazpaucho so cold but the cheese is nacho caliente and oh so liquid when I get it I'm gonna scramble like Michael Vick's pitts number 1 and I'm starting now lil' kids only worry bout a party foul i'm about to bring a gnarly sound it's Friday at 5: 30 you can party now
-
|