My mom bought you when I was just 13, the brightest red sweatshirt I ever seen. She got an extra large so I wouldn't grow out, "That's too big for you
Yeah Pep rally the pep rally Time's up. Let me turn around and cap all this shit inside out everything i do is important need a girl like Natalie Portman
For a second I'll be the fashion police And I'm just looking at your Garm's You been on too many catalog sprees With your Grannyfied curtain designs
[Verse 1:] Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while Jackin' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce Sent to Earth to poke Catholics
[ Marina ] You've been acting awful tough lately Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately But inside, you're just a little baby (Drop it) It's okay to
Yeah! Yo, you know we had to come from overseas on this one! It's Hoodie Allen On this beat-beat down Say what up to VV Brown Y'all let's get loud R.J
Earl's verse: So I'm guessin' there's questions that need adressin' huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' em. Hear new tracks, he destined
And I feel that time's a wasted go So where ya going to tommorrow? And I see that these are lies to come Would you even care? And I feel it And I feel
(feat. Jay Rock) (Man, I'm fresh as hell in this hoodie) Let's get it, Omarion, wit my hoodie on Wit my hoodie on, wit my hoodie on See the money, see
I don't know why you can't see, That this complete misery is self-inflicted All we can hope is someday you'll come to your senses - reconstruct this There
I know everyone has their fucking version of this but, no one did it justice so?here we go tell your bitch to stop complaining bout her achy tits her
[feat. Tyler the Creator] [Verse 1: Earl] Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But something was always missing like six digits Lucky seven probably
[Intro:] Aw, nigga thought he killed me? Alright, that's cool, we'll see [Verse 1:] Strict top of the crop shit Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a
[Verse 1:] It's Earl, Mr. Early Bird, gets them girls with curvy curves Skate mental truck, smack a faggot in his shirley temple Your rhymes rentals,
[feat. Vince Staples] [Hook:] All the bad bitches boo when you rap I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two
Welcome back to class, bitch grab on to your glasses oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense style is patent, the measures is drastic either that or
[Verse 1:] Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" I rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
These dreams, under my pillow In the twilight of these white nights It's been a minute now she tell me where to begin I meet a lot of girls but they