Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Into Spose, artist - Spose. Album song Happy Medium, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Into Spose |
Meet me where you met me before |
I haven’t left (Nope!) |
Shit I must’ve jerked off Jesus |
Cause I’m so blessed (Oh my God!) |
I guess it’s that bro |
S-P-I Double Z, Y, Spose |
Dawg, I’m the cat that they aimed at |
Back, Hoodie Plain Black |
Bowl packed |
So religiously go get the stained glass |
Spitter of the best raps, never claimed that |
But I could’ve, down to earth like a plane crash |
And all the gangster rappers want me dead |
The artsy rappers want me dead from a zombie plague |
Been the topic of conversation |
Debatin' my fate while I’m wakin' and bakin' and makin' fucking bacon and eggs |
They’re playing catch up (look at em!) |
I relish what the haters say |
I must heard different when I heard my first record play (I'm Awesome.) |
Twist pencils with my tongue over 808s |
That make you thought the cops just showed you how a taser tastes |
Doing good (Doing good) |
Rhyme great (Rhyme great) |
So not hood (hood) |
Pine tree state |
Yeah I used to skate |
But could barely even ollie |
So I stuck to ridin' trolleys |
Looking jolly in the face |
This is Spose |
I feel summer springing in |
And you’ve got taste for finer things |
Restless, Winters, Fall, Away |
Come with me and come with me |
We’ll try again some other day |
You’ve just, watched us, Fall Away |
Make yourself indispensable |
Find yourself Into Spose |
I kick what’s happenin' |
The rest just kick their own asses |
Like Jacqueline (You guys all look stoned) |
Spose must be back again |
No I don’t want to meet your rapper friends |
If you thought the action stalled |
I’m back in-volved |
I’m on the road, less traveled |
I’m still in Maine |
And ain’t shit changed |
Except the diaper on the baby bearing my name |
All the same, I just like to be the nicest |
Not let my vices decide what my life is |
Till everybody’s heard of me |
And got plots to murder me |
Each song sung true and bumps like maternity |
I’m 25 going on 8 |
I learn from mistakes |
I got the songs that you bring along |
Going on break |
Til I can’t be discerned from the greats |
I could give a fuck if Lindsay Lohan lost weight |
A lot of dudes hate |
Then try to jump on my tube stake |
They’re like Gary Coleman |
Too little too late |
I’m well read from a blue state |
People really listening are like |
Tou-fucking-ché |
I feel summer springing in |
And you’ve got taste for finer things |
Restless, Winters, Fall, Away |
Come with me and come with me |
We’ll try again some other day |
You’ve just, watched us, Fall Away |
Make yourself indispensable |
Find yourself Into Spose |