Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ZEN (feat. Yelawolf), artist - Mickey Factz. Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
ZEN (feat. Yelawolf) |
| Maximum, like you’re looking at the Sun |
| Or looking like that’s the one |
| I’m the greatest, look at my skin you can find the matrix |
| Almost fall down like I just fainted |
| But I’m on my feet, you fall in lifted toilet seat |
| Man I’m pissed, can be shitted on when I’m speak |
| Your girlfriend put it and make it fit |
| And you can’t get it on cause you thick |
| And that’s my type computer love baby |
| That’s my side when I return, put it on my tab |
| I’ll make it shift and put it on your ass |
| Right click, wireless mouse, got the wrong Mickey |
| That ain’t my house, we ain’t at disney |
| We here! |
| Ey, we fly, kiss some girls that come along |
| And then, we ride |
| Watch the star shine up in the air, so high |
| That you can feel the breeze |
| Of a plain go by, Ok, alright |
| Fabulous, I’m a start not no asterisk |
| Got a car that is fast as shit (slow it down) |
| What comes around, always goes around |
| And if she comes around (she's going down) |
| Bungee jump her till we on the ground |
| But, but, but when it snap back |
| We all on track, like a Wu-Tang rap |
| Stacks on deck, blues ways black |
| But you ain’t wrecked, cause you ain’t Factz |
| No, fair, so I suggest you don’t go there |
| Been around the world and I don’t care |
| How 'bout you going no where? |
| It’s up to you to get it going |
| So I suggest you get to going |
| Even put wings on a Lamborghini |
| Homie tell me then would you keep fly? |
| If you put wings on a Pinto |
| Tell me kinfolk, could you get by? |
| See I done took a monkey wrench |
| And turned it into a platinum, plated |
| Diamond tool, and I promise |
| You can try to rob me |
| I put that monkey wrench on you |
| Man it’s like I got oil on my shoes |
| Snitching the grass when I moonwalk through |
| Chicka-chicka ahh, on the moon I groove |
| On the sun like I saw the flare in a polar bear coat |
| But somehow man I still cool |
| What it is, what it ain’t, what it do |
| It does anything, put me to use |
| First like a baby, put it to school |
| Please to meet you baby, maybe now we can become friends |
| Come to the south again, watch babies in the hood |
| Seeing whole world in it’s hands |
| I’m a man, trunk full of sand and when I die |
| I’mma roll in a caravan |
| Full of Chevy’s and Cadillac’s |
| And all of my tests with a cup of red wine in my hand |