Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow Yr Head, artist - Asher Roth. Album song RAWTHER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Retrohash
Song language: English
Blow Yr Head |
Man, I don’t know |
I’m just trying to have fun with it everywhere I go |
Truth be told I just got caught up in a bunch of nonsense |
Trying to take the fun out of my back pockets and stuff |
You’ll never take my freedom, you know? |
Yo, Ash stop fucking around, yo where’s the album? |
Your second try never came out my man, how come? |
You were like the coolest guy, now we want Malcolm |
Who out here too loud, you need to turn it down some |
Chill, not now son |
Your doubt can’t jeopardize my outcome |
I style like I’m stretching out in Shaolin |
Man of many sounds, I come around |
They ask «Who?» |
like Pete Townshend |
I’m O-Town meets Andre 3000, either way keep bouncing |
It’s wild, I don’t even leave the house |
And I don’t feel the need to reason with you children |
Needs to be arousing like a jousting match fouled him |
I ain’t counting that, astounding how I’m rounding out my alphabet |
We ain’t even rowdy yet |
Salvy ain’t make himself a Salvy yet |
Bout it since we started smoking salvia |
Cruising in a golf cart on the gulf coast with a GoPro |
And my bro knows, why old folks go 'There goes that Bozo' |
My flow like J. Flacco getting tackled by fat dude |
Who grabbed on a back road in bath robe with a bad cold |
Homie, I’m that cold |
Ash, I just walk around with an afro |
And a gavel and I laugh more than a jackal |
Crack up, pistachio |
Graduate, forget to flip that tassel |
My bad yo, that’s too much of a hassle |
Casserole with Castro |
Stash gets blown like it’s a gastro, you gassed though |
More like watching grass grow |
I can be an asshole |
I rather just hang out in my castle, blast Outkast |
Yo Elroy, where’s Astro? |
Bet if the Jetsons had a best friend from Def Jam |
And Geffen and wed them, I would be the best man |
Get it? |
I’m a breast man |
Stick my face right between that chest and |
Motorboat those cocos you know it though |
Don’t no one wan' go toe-to-toe… rototiller… photos off your motorola phone |
are terrible |
Terrible, Terridome, territory, Tara Reid |
Dude from 90 210, tornado made of hammer domes |
Sharin' poems here, smell my pheromones |
Yeah yo, my hair’s long |
I don’t even care homes |
Takes these earphones, put them on your eardrums |
Here’s some of this red rum, you ready boy, here it comes |
You ready boy, here it comes |
On a full ride to Florida State, too high played it safe |
Could’ve been Flo Rida, my bad, my mistake |
Should’ve starred in Footloose, the new Kevin Bac' |
The way I play chicken in busses with no brakes |
And Busta was on break, taking a pay cut |
I play cuts from my stuff, make everybody go nuts |
Now everybody say «Whaaaat?» |
What was that? |
That was fun |
Let’s do that again |