Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monkey Bars, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monkey Bars |
| Oh, y’all wanna hear me kick some bars, huh? |
| All right then, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what? |
| Karate Kid Solo up in this |
| Yo, yo |
| Yo, this that monkey magic, that rabbit out the hat-trick |
| Adit made another classic, we put the signal in the sky |
| They going fucking batshit, these rappers all up in my ear |
| Goddamn, enough with that shit, could you be trying any harder? |
| We some party starters, y’all some party poopers spreading rumours |
| While we pouring liquor out like R.I.P (We hardly knew ya) |
| And after the after party I’m passing out in the lobby |
| Havin' an out of body, telling Gary I’m sorry |
| Then I’m spewing out the van, yeah, I call that shit a drive-by |
| Then I’m saying night night, rewind for the highlights |
| One Dayers, Triple One |
| This ain’t nothing, do this shit for fun |
| 10 years in the game and feeling like I just begun |
| Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours |
| 'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars |
| We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are |
| Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars |
| Fuck the fame, fast women and the money, cars |
| Yeah, hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars |
| Wanna pass the test? |
| Then you better study hard |
| Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars |
| Heads up for the mayhem |
| Hear the crowd saying amen |
| Hands out for the payment |
| Pour it up and never say when |
| Levitate till the morning |
| Dreaming big, living lawless |
| Wish that I could say I’m sorry |
| Remedy ain’t make me calm yet |
| Rabada boom |
| They checking out my faction, want action up with my crew |
| They freshin' out my jacket, and backin' up on my shoes |
| They spinning us on fractions, I’m talking bout ones and twos |
| Head snappin', pop crackin, T.O. |
| not lacking, I’m rapping |
| Racking packets, can’t stop the top of the ones |
| Monkey bar I swing it so swiftly, turn this chopper to dust, and I feel alone |
| I run it up, fuck it up, too champ |
| You turn to dust like a toucan, fuck what I said, crackin a brew and I’m too |
| canned, ohh |
| Hit the floor, I’m off Whitney, close the door, we got 16 |
| Bars and I wouldn’t wanna run it up unless you calm and ready with it raw as |
| fuck |
| Shut the mall, I’m on Pitt street, off my face at a strip tease |
| Me with a penny and a sippy cup, I hit jaw round the heady with a fisticuff |
| Clean sheet, my habits are knee deep |
| We rapping you rabbits around the back of a pole |
| Snapping packets on the Sabbath need my gamma control |
| See that shine up off that Chevy turn them diamonds to gold |
| And gold to bass |
| The bass hits, kids are going ape shit |
| Hanging from the bars till I need a fucking face lift, face it |
| Solo in the city rocking writtens like it’s Cambridge |
| No more fucking with me got the rhythm like it’s basic, uh |
| Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours |
| 'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars |
| We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are |
| Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars |
| Fuck the fame, fast women and the money, cars |
| Yeah, hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars |
| Wanna pass the test? |
| Then you better study hard |
| Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars |
| Saw dull skies from the sun on mars |
| Mind fell through, it’s not easy urgh |
| Feel the sun on my little heart |
| Swing my way on the monkey bars |
| Catch me swinging from the bars |
| Prolly swigging from a flask |
| I might end up in a cast, here we go again |
| Spitting over the sitars |
| We been practicing the arts |
| So don’t ask, 'cause you know it’s Horrorshow again |