Session lyrics
by Oliver Tree
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Yes I did it, won't admit it
Its my critique so f*ck the critics
Double big, like double digits
Double D’s that's quite delicious
Love being high, ain't avoid space travel
Look inside my lunchbox, find a poison laced apple
Take one bite and I feel alright
Then I vomit in the toilet staying up all night
I’ll fight any MC who's down to battle
Turn your eyes, by surprise, hit you like a tackle
Imitate how they act and man I f*cking hate that
I run circles 'round your ass like a race track
You take that but to me it don't matter see
My mouth runs till its dry like a battery
Had to be cursed, but it is just my plan
Beating me worse than an illiterate blind man