WHERETHEWILDTHINGSARE lyrics

*O.M.A.R.*
*Is this what you wanted?*

[Verse 1]
I just ran off the plug like ouu
Black civi sitting on dubs like (ah), ay
You could never take my juice, ay
Ya b*tch wanna rendezvous, ay
She seen my n*ggas posted with our chains onnnnn
She said she wanna rape my crew, ay
Finesse a n*gga like I'm Timmy Duncan
I can't walk inside the function unless I take my tool, ay
I see they wanna hate that's cool, ay
Cause I keep a bag on me now
And my gas hit like Pacquiao
Whipping up Nina
My wrist caught a fever
My pack on me now, ay
And I could put you on with a triple beam
I'm pitching pounds I see y'all n*ggas playing little league
And I just wish a n*gga would
I'm Timmy Turner with the burner
Swear to God, me and my n*ggas from a different breed
(*Check to check to check*)
Back to back to back
You better think before you act without a strap
Wake up in the morning to some dome? Check
Hit a lick and I ain't need a chrome? Check
Whipping Walter White and I don't mean no chemist
Only broke n*ggas want me in prison
Show me real n*ggas show me who isn't
Two phones on me that mean two b*tches (damn)
I really gotta keep my distance (damn)
'Cause I got some twins on the way, uh
But I'm still finessing today, uh
These benjis keep calling my name
I been making plays I'm Derek Jeter with the batting average
Get up off my di*k and make some money what you atta practice
n*ggas jealous, see you moving make 'em trigger happy
n*gga pull up on ya blocka blocka hit ya Adam's apple
[Interlude]
*I won't be home for a while...*
*Keep your man... I love you man...*

[Verse 2]
Look what you've done, (ay!)
You zipped in a body bag
I've been smoking way too much
I burned through a pack like it's body fat
My mind in a spiral, I ain't really driving
'Cause I see ya ghost in my Pontiac
And I been up drinking I can't even think
If you need me then under influence; where I be at
And I'm an insomniac, depressed as f*ck
But I'm okay if somebody asks
How can I keep my own head up
When mama been crying and sister been fed up
You let up on n*ggas and that got you set up
For pus*y and pay checks and paraphernalia
My mind seen some sh*t that it couldn't develop
My brothers and cousins on highways to hell and It's fine
Looking for God
Losing my faith in a matter of time
You wanted nice foreign whips, and a thick foreign b*tch
Leaving both of your children behind
I done seen fish scales and burners
My big brother murdered
They wet up the civic and showed him no mercy
These n*ggas get chromes and don't see a diploma
Im off a corona, I'm too young to grow up
I'm thinking bout mixing my syrup and soda
I sell, smoke and drink and I used to be sober, uh
And I can't erase what I viewed because everyone else saw a closed casket funeral
I went with Terry and Philip and left out the crib
Just to see what they'd do to you
Man, them n*ggas was using you
It's been six years and it still ain't removable
I'm throwed like the usual
Remember when you used to flex with a duffle bag
I used to wanna be like you
You ran up a check like a hall of fame running back
And just for the clarity they killed that n*gga
But that doesn't mean that you're coming back
Cold feet running when the block gets hot
No sleep when you're living where the Wild things are