ROB A ZOMBIE

Come on, 21 minutes, 21 minutes and we got this right, we gotta get this right I am my own engineer and I still gotta kick myself out the studio We got a line out here man, Get it right, yeah Took a break from cooking in the lab, I gotta try these songs Sixty seven days I'm off the weed, hold on, I might be wrong Sixty is the real, but damn these seven days feel mighty long Stress and agony inflame the kid, but I can't light these bongs I'm highly drawn to newer lusts, from time to time I find me jawns That place me on upper echelons, I might be lost Freaky shawty bite me tongue, I need my money longer The story of my life is quite comedic, yet it's quietly somber This cute ass bitch just lets me eat it, cause I might be starving The pussy tempurpedic, cause the red flags ain't alarming We got caught, cause she left a snail trail to my apartment If she wants it, then she wants it I'm quite exhausted, I'm finna rob a zombie I need these tips to be hollow, we don't need any army Sometimes I think these angels follow the way nobody harms me They call a kamikaze, just to sink the ship I'm on I think they tryna jaws me Shark tails, I'm like Oscar, don't you try to mob me I got it on me, a pair of boxing gloves with a ring That can leave an ugly mark b' No soul can ever haunt me We live in peace and rest in peace, buonanima the parted We party till we la-di-da all into the morning Go the f*ck home please The party never ends when I'm here It's the real, the light like chandeliers I'm flowing like the pier Shoutout Santa Monica, they owe me an appearance And lately I'm all ears I got the world depending on my own perseverance And that shit got me scared Cause if I fail, I know they wouldn't care to hear it And I asked God to take the wheel, but he told me steer it Can't f*ck with you or this or that if it ain't right within my spirit I fly on my own, that's a lyric