Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zzzzz, artist - Denmark Vessey
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zzzzz |
Yo, cartoon shorts can’t foil me, Acme hammer oil me |
Walkin' like accordions, victimless sequoia trees |
Sucker can keep the cow we want the three magic goya beans |
You love the style, you need to practice brand loyalty |
Gloatin' and floatin' is the art of flamboyancy |
Catch a forty winks, Ya ain’t think the boy can read |
Bet this agua with a chochla pot’ll boil your leaves |
I rap like I sweat out ayahuasca water b |
Yo, get the fuck off my front lawn 'fore I call the police |
My policy with staff, Steve Harvey don’t fuckin' talk to me |
You don’t like it, talk to the stache, that’s my lawyer trick |
He graduated top of the class |
He had a city fill the mud hole I’ll stomp on yo ass with citizen tax money |
(You get rocked!) |
That shit should went to the kids |
You taking money from the babies, man |
I don’t respect that |
Take the southpaw for granted, you get rocked to sleep |
Take the southpaw for granted, you get rocked to sleep |
You get rocked! |
Yeah stupid |
Got mono, break your legs off |
This counterfeit money phone making prank calls |
Yeah stupid |
Hand to God, break your glass beak |
A hard head make a soft pair of ass-cheeks |
It was all good, but homie that was last-week |
I pen the rap-sheet, this murder on the docket |
Watch a billionaire pocket-watch me |
This full moon harvest lead a servant on the choppin' block |
You rappers looking Haagen Dazs sweet |
Anybody feeling pollywoggly? |
I smooth slide up outta sun deep |
Lil' mamma got a Coke bottle body full of molotov |
Thirty back to back texts |
Baby we gotta speak, it’s just excessive |
I mean, what the f**k, yo? |
Baby, listen to me I gotta- |
I don’t have no problem with you loving (fucking) me |
But you gotta stop buggin' me |
I’m a fan of what she handling |
Petite, more than man |
It’s while I’m straddling the cordle business, channelling the sewer show |
Have a seat, brandishing the sword |
My swing hit the earth like rock frackin', make the Gaia queef |
I hit the bottom of the P and I sleep, sleep |
Take the southpaw for granted getting rocked to sleep |
You get rocked! |
My girl hardly ever ain’t on dick |
Fuck the bacon, egg, cheese grits |
Whether wake, take her hair, stick a tip |
Why you in the atmosphere, feeling clouds some cinder bricks |
Tryin' to make my heaven fall, talkin' shit, spittin' piss |
I hate y’all dick-bag nut-boys |
No like, no lipo left, no right, green light |
Go, Drop me in the fast lane |
Stop me when my pockets poke |
I’m gon' get my mamma glue |
Put it on her broken hope |
Fresh up out the yoga class |
Open with some broken hoes |
Tryna get my chakras vibrating |
All red on the mood ring |
Dookie on my shoe strings |
Waiting through the- waiting through the- |
Waiting through the everyday |
Thumbin' through the lesson plan |
Lookin' for a better way to creep it with the sleeping sheep |
Thinkin' if I only prayed (fuck that shit) |
We in three dimensions |
Breathe the air, bleeding blood |
Makin' babies for the killin' |
Oh, they gon' put murder on the docket, word |
Listen, I got a good lawyer |
His name got a -berg in it |
We win and hit the earth like like copper black |
Man, she’ll lift the skirt |
I lit the verse like a loud pack of Grandpapa Smurf purp |
Caress your lamp, finesse a genie on the third wish |
Guess what Goofy? |
We askin' for more wishes |
Now get the granted- |
Take the southpaw for granted getting rocked to sleep |
Take the southpaw for granted getting rocked to sleep |
You get rocked! |
And I don’t wanna get too deep, here |
But in the process now of transition |
And, son |
That’s why they tell you, there’s nothing new under a sun |
When a planet reaches a certain stage of vibration, it becomes a sun |
We don’t even understand what a sun is, that’s another whole thing |
Sun’s not hot |
The sun’s not bright |
Now, I’m soundin' I’m outta my mind, no |
I’m in my mind, I’m outta my brain |
Because, I’m expandin' consciousness |
That’s what everybody’s got to do, now |