Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mickey MauSe , by - Mickey Factz. Song from the album Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
Mickey MauSe |
| Poor mans drive, rich mans plot |
| We all can’t ride when the kick stand drops |
| All black sky, wristband watch |
| My thoughts track time till the second hand stops |
| The zone I’m in, alone with friends |
| I’m cold, like the patron within |
| My soul is froze to those that been |
| My foes and chose to hope I sin |
| I broke the pen, hard with the ink |
| I hope to win, draw till I faint |
| I brought all the paint, sellebrate everyday |
| Call up the saints, Walk in the bank |
| Take out a loan, buy me a home |
| I wanna own land, fuck having stones |
| All on ya neck and arms to show |
| King tut was robbed for those |
| And he was younger than all my bro’s |
| So why we blinded by thoughts of gold |
| And diamonds |
| And chains |
| I’m tired of lames |
| Who try to be what they ain’t but surprisingly, we’re all kings |
| It’s like the same thing, you know, it’s coming from the streets. |
| It’s what the people are into, so everybody can get down to the beat |
| Watch what I drew |
| Not what I spew |
| Ima triangle on top with a view |
| All seeing eye, loft with a roof |
| Working outside, drop cloth on the stoop |
| 24−7, every other second |
| Living thru hell, but he can draw heaven |
| Night life living, scoring all women |
| Anything goes when its no more limits |
| I’m hanging with Pollack, Warhol chilling |
| Its all authentic |
| Yall all with it |
| Champagne spilling, yep ya boy did it |
| Let it drip |
| Let it rip |
| Wet paper, settlement |
| F haters, eat a dick |
| I’m sellebrating, where the chicks? |
| I want to take em, make em wasted, tape em |
| No exaggeration |
| My fascination is women congradulations |
| We young! |
| Come with me to door number 3 ima show you what she won |
| A ton of me a bunch of drinks, every night like a rerun |
| We ain’t even begun |
| To see fun |
| Until now |
| Mickey MauSe |
| Mickey MauSe |
| Mickey MauSe |
| Mickey MauSe |
| Yes |
| No stress |
| Did it right, going left |
| Meet me, at coat check |
| Ill be there in no less |
| Than 4 sec’s, if these chickens are boneless |
| Talking no sex… |
| What you mean girl? |
| & You ain’t know that I’m so fetch? |
| Doggystyle, I go fetch |
| We talking now, what’s next |
| Its morning now, I’m walking out |
| Let’s get salmon croquette’s |
| Scrambled eggs so fresh |
| And the toast we got is so french |
| Haaa |
| That’s right… |
| Do it all day, see you tonight |
| We back, don’t leave |
| Ain’t no tricks up my sleeve |
| Only chicks on my team |
| And when they sniff, they can’t breathe |
| That’s me, I’m live |
| Mickey Mause with a five |
| Grace Jones at my side |
| Question marks in my eyes |
| Surprise, I’m here |
| '88 was the year |
| A pair of Jordans was rare |
| Don’t step on those, stay clear |
| Hah, this is me |
| Back in the party, I feel so free |
| Shades is on, look at me |
| Look at me, look at me, hah! |
| Yeah |