| On my good time shit
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| Like Janet in her youth
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| Laid back on a hammock in the booth
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| No offense to Jesus but dammit I’m the truth
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| But that sweet talk stuff could cause damage to your tooth
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| That cavity rap get you rapidly smacked
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| I happily attack since I got my faculties back
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| But I don’t get up
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| Drive-by slap from a bucket seat
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| Smoothly disguised but a rugged beat
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| Like a last minute shoulder check
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| Of the approaching threat of a wide cobra neck
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| You don’t really know it til it grips you
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| Knocking on the studio door before it hits you
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| You’d’ve thought there was an octagon there
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| Pull the curtain up to reveal a papasan chair
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| I grill you up a superb chop of veal
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| Little did you know that it would be your last meal
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| Lackadaisical
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| A leaf floating by in the wind
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| Lackadaisical
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| But that leaf might puncture your skin
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| Lackadaisical
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| Seaweed out in the waves
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| Lackadaisical
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| Like a lion at the zoo behaves
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| I exist in a timeless mist
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| Where there’s no time to get violent or wild and pissed
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| I dismiss that roller coaster ride turbulent-ness
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| And keep a whole host of vibes at a tournament list
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| Retiring the signature, vet of sports
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| Old geezer by the miniature tennis courts
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| Between sets fresh mango juice
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| Shoe string’s tight but the kango loose
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| And every old folks' home here to Boca Raton
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| For rocking vocals like I’m Joseph Ramone
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| Today’s jazz clarinet and tomorrow’s freestyle rhyme
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| But in the meanwhile I’m bumping the beat sent from E in my Sentra B
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| Essentially illest of the century
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| If they don’t mention me with the greats
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| I ain’t gonna hate
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| Hatefulness ain’t one of my traits
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| Lackadaisical
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| A leaf floating by in the wind
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| Lackadaisical
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| But that leaf might puncture your skin
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| Lackadaisical
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| Seaweed out in the waves
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| Lackadaisical
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| Like a lion at the zoo behaves
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| The half Burger King half IKEA
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| Brand new thing but it’s a bad idea
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| If you work in here you should have a staff ID
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| And don’t holler at the moon before I have my tea
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| For real though, how happy can a bad guy be?
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| I keep it dark in the middle like a black eyed pea
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| I’m at the VIP
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| I see MBG
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| I like to go see them
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| And see if they see me
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| I’m at the Rollie
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| Sippin' a yogi tea
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| It’s karaoke night
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| I’m picking ODB
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| Send emojis please
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| Baggie, I pickpocket trophies
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| Wondering if Urcle and Nad are still homies
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| It must get lonely in the bowels of space
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| Rapping crop circles, all the local cows escape
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| I’m at my aunty house she made a thousand k
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| She heard my new LP, she said it sounded great
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| And I’m lackadaisical
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| The glycemic index of Froot Loops is somewhere between 69 and 74 depending on
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| which glycemic index you look at. |
| These are highly processed grains,
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| that really are not good for you in the first place. |
| And then they add insult
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| to injury with things like yellow 6 and blue number 2, these artificial colors
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| again are something we wanna avoid, especially when we talk about things that
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| we’re going to be giving to our children |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lackadaisical, artist - Wax. Album song The Cookout Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп