Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future Primitive Art School, artist - Hot Sugar. Album song Made Man EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Future Primitive Art School |
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Future Primitive Art School |
Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it |
Future Primitive Art School |
Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it |
Future Primitive Art School |
Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it |
Future Primitive Art School |
Y’all don’t really want it, nah-nah nah-nah nah |
Cool moon social, Yung Dinner Party |
Yung Swimming Pool, leisure class |
Really fool |
My mood is Boughetto |
Some say too mellow |
Others say «Dude, he’s a cool fellow» |
The gold will remold you |
Not a wonderland, never told truth |
Look at all the cookies I sold you |
Last girl scout, future primitive art student, part truant |
Soul rebel, my soul level is plasmatic |
Oceanic, my lifestyle is tight magic |
My grapple is too chapel |
My scramble to too ample |
Vamp on an amplified sample |
Toasts up on the spectac-get-back |
Not your average wetback |
Look at all the clocks I done set back |
Create or destroy, or step back |
Both on the same track |
Both on the same track |
Head feel like a thousand bucks, that’s a brain-wrack |
After that, see me on the train, on the train track |
Blood, I think I’m Mack Maine, black |
Rap game, half game, rap, half trap, half this, half that, half laugh track |
This a problem, fifth world |
Plot raised up |
, girl |
I never went to art school |
I think art is fucking dumb |
I say what I want, got green card, I never run |
My name on the internet, I don’t fuck with Google |
Lookin' out my window, my snipe game through the roof |
Bad freak on my dick, now it’s on and poppin' |
Now we rockin', rollin', got my pockets swollen |
Yeah the top is open, and the ho is shooken |
How you gonna moan so loud and show no emotion? |
I mean, I think that I love it, I ain’t really complaining |
This pimp game on a budget, out the frame like a painting |
Every time that we fucking, I’mma glove like Payton |
One glove like Michael, two gloves like Mickey |
Two bucks in this city, I got drunk and pissy |
They say they never stunk a skunk that’s stinky |
All y’all cats talk a bunch of shit, B |
So eat a dick to the punks that diss me |