Orange (feat. Height Keech)

Orange like sunshine Orange like Clockwork Orange like the agents Orange like shots burst Tang in the Ruckus Cup Framed like a hunted buck Storm clouds, sun is fucked Dark days, thunderstruck Rock till the run is up Grind for a hundred bucks Town to town, route is rough Broken road, under us Two is the digit Swag surfing like Gidget Moon dog in the fog While they fester and fidget Don't let the Llama blast Dead the drama fast I'm about to lose it till I make my own music like Mama Cass Flashback, Asch Loop was the zone I saw the rapper Ron Suno out flying a drone Let's rock around clocks Solve crimes with no clues Roll over Garcia Tell Crosby the news Give rock stars the blues Riding out of the ooze Been derailed, never failed Now we do what we choose Jet setting, clowns on pins, needles and tacks Watching every move sweating, they can never relax Embarrassing fact I'm an error syntax I'll make you watch the show tonight Like David Letterman's back When I was a little kid my parents had an orange couch I would sit there and just listen in to all the foreign sounds Till one day I was like deuce peace let's go When I heard Roxanne dis UTFO And I don't like your rap cause your rap is dead On the record player in my papas workshed I'm a rapper and a father on a mission with a plan Teach my kids to live their dreams even if you're an old man Had a dangerous childhood but never got hurt Ate Bar-b-q with IceT at a Slayer concert And I put that on my mama and my daddy in the kitchen When they got into a fight and Margaret gave him seven stitches Went to grandmas house for a week it wasn't hard Grandpa never said a word taught me how to play guitar Lava Flo traffic cone Tiger lilie marigolds Pumpkin pie, Sunrise, monarch butterfly Fire in the sun bearded dragon autum leaves Tangerine, buternut Squash, tiger, cheese Turmerik Orangutan Charmander Basketball Sunset, Carrot, goldfish, aderall Feeling Boring and Foreign, so i drove up to Corinth Saw my big homie Laurence They foreclosed on his mortgage. Eating poridge in his storage in a financial shortage Late one night while he was snoring Kicked his door in with warrants It was not that important His neighbor was informant Put the 12 in his orbit So he moved to the forest A Ranger mighty morphin Flavored up like mcormick At first they didnt want to kill him and now they're all for it I'll always be abhorant I will never trust you Cause innocent people wear orange jump suits