Goldwood, Elijah Who and Delivery Boys - camp lazlo

Yeah, that's how it had to go
I got some folks who play with toys that's not no Hasbro's
How I slow it down and still go fast forward?
Grab and go, smoke some dope, watching Camp Lazlo
How they looking at me like I'm sacrilegious?
Gasping when I pop up in the cut like I'm an apparition
How's that all the ask for difference?
Ash the spliffs, I'm in the kitchen cooking up some classy dishes
Yo, how the fuck Luigi get a mansion?
And how I bat these beats so hard like I'm Giancarlo Stanton
You see this pose I stand in?
That's cuz my pockets stuffed so fat they hug my thighs just like they're mother fucking Temple Grandin
How I keep my eyes on stacks, I got this ray gun on my back like this Der Eisendrache
Son, how you think you smoking runtz?
Let me upgrade your blunts, these shits taste like they're Pack-A-Punched
My collar popped like I'm an 80s bully
The way I beat the beat up, beat and give this shit a noogie
I'm so high that I can't feel, how I'm rapping lo-fi I feel like Ben Beal
I whip the Prius just a little heavy
I used to work the corner deli I'd steal Martinelli's
Yo, how you dirty and you smelly?
And how I run this track with all this chicken in my belly?
Yeah, used to break into my parents wine stash
Roll up some fine thrax and boot up some Minecraft
Now I'm copping all my own bottles, because my pockets look like Nicocado Avocado
Yeah, how? They ask me how I do it
They ask me how I keep a smile even though I'm going through it
How? They ask, it's inconceivable
You wouldn't believe the type of shit I've seen some people do

Written by:
Elijah Who, Jamie Calder

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