Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WhatUWanna, artist - dela. Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
WhatUWanna |
| It’s like Cap Planet threw his Palm Pilot in the sea |
| Servin' earth, water, fire, and wind |
| We’ll see; |
| he’ll be in around three |
| Said the secretary carryin' a bag of secrets |
| That made him legendary |
| «Pleased to meet you» he said to each and every Godlee |
| John Gotti had to bury the body |
| With a shotty |
| Word to the squad of Shocklee |
| I be, Young Hoffy over hip hop beats |
| Tax free like a national free from all actual greed |
| Tall Statue, but I still talk at you, B |
| Native chief but a taboo tea smackin' apples out of Eve’s hand |
| Standin' in the garden of Ed' |
| Bumpin' Edan Beauty and the Beat on repeat |
| Any season I be sleepin' on the sea ridin' waves like skis with rhymes |
| Might catch me on the Caspian castin' out a line |
| Eat fish, no swine, get swallowed like Jonah |
| Cuz she know the ocean flow is one of a kind — ask Noah |
| Polar bear cold stare smiles is so rare |
| File out ball-hogs that don’t share the globe fair |
| Cold carry over crossover flow son, fuck Colbert I report to no one |
| Grown up young but I’m having adult fun |
| No funds holdin' up the joint with no gun, showin' up stunned |
| Cool as the fan smokin' blunts with a brew in my hand |
| With a plan and a shovel to plant it |
| And watch it grow all across the planet like I planned it; |
| Young Captain Planet |
| You can do what you wanna do but I’mma do mines' |
| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme |
| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to |
| Move all you wanna move, we know you feel the rhyme |
| You can do what you wanna do, we doin' just fine |
| Touchin' the mental with a pencil and a rhyme |
| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to |
| Move all you wanna move, we know… |
| We on that new height, talking like I grew like 8 inches |
| The roman numeral of great vision |
| I make predictions on the state of spittin' |
| Whack rappers will remain gettin' a gang of riches, lame bitches |
| I’m in the game lane switchin' - already late bruh |
| Got no time to hit the breaks or the switches |
| Blazed off the j’s and the swishers — tobaccos for wack folk though |
| My black hope used to whisper |
| Shaytaan was all up in my face — god listen, John bitchin' |
| Mom wishin' I’d stick with all the Christians |
| Sometimes I go to church just to toss my sins |
| Up at the altar we all fall victim to systems |
| Mine and this business, figures and interviews no time for interludes just to |
| screw it up |
| Needing to use a buck without feeling like a jerk |
| For what it’s worth I almost blew up |
| But I heard ya’ll had to kick back wipe my shirk off |
| Was on my dick so tough I could’ve jerked off |
| The old head said watch the cursing |
| Losin' work cause' I’m thinkin' of my first job servin' |
| God every mornin' |
| Mournin' over earns with a burnt feelin' thinkin' 'bout my friends as the earth |
| spins |
| As we worship war ships on the spiritual war tip |
| Ya’ll listen: We all up in this |
| Forfeit a joint with the forces and don’t forget ya’ll admission tickets |
| To get up in this, ya gotta break through the laws of physics |
| Simple as arithmetics |
| Twist Wisdom |
| Get lifted |
| You can do what you wanna do but I’mma do mines' |
| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme |
| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to |
| Move all you wanna move, we know you feel the rhyme |
| You can do what you wanna do, but I’mma do mines' |
| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme |
| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to |
| Move all you wanna move, we know… |