Looney Bobblehead Tunes

Some year My music might blow up Then imma move smart n blow up I might be the same but imma glow up And show em old hoodies I ain't foldin up I be on my knees ya foldin up that's when I'm tellin god I'm headin up Make some new room For a new cat in the buildin I presume at Whoa I be on my tip toes At home You know puttin out songs Tiptop all with some love I don't put in zero I just add em You no you ain't even hot shii like some hot pocket When your music ain't even being played on in there pockets All that work put in Made holes in em pockets You know I'm j chillin When I tune in to my music I turn into a bobble head I walk into a room and bob my Head some more Lost into it like some loony tunes When I pipe a hoe from the back They act all shy that's facts They like pull it out and spit on it Her 3rd eye winkin back n shii So I pulled out and gave it a black eye Yes ma'am Neva been so Awake and livin out my dreams Dreams could really come true Break-in bad always in the lab Neva been so locked in I'm really livin life differently I really cant complain I'm really all ab living brill-ant-ly I just wanna go and flex up On luxury homes I fess up I really want all that fetti Fr I need to elevate Am I in range? Of a smoke session Lets break some bread n have a dope sesh Maybe we would b close, shii Just like old friends