Twiiceaweek - Swimming Through

You wanna get picked like a lock smith but the body count too thick like a mosh pit
Plus you lookin real sick and exhausted
You gotta wonder why would anybody want this
Bitch you look whack
Plus youre like borderline fat
And youre still flexin on the gram like that step back
Might get a skinny boy trapped but the dude with the pecs hell pass

Now i gotta put my big boy pants on chris brown dance on
Im so random im so handsom party in the club but you Know i got my vans on
Double generation grandson
Take a vacation tans done
Im about to bake em hams done
And i might take a dip when my rants done

Fit bit on
Tryna get ripped like kong
Tryna rip up this song
And i got drip thats on
And i might rip that
No you dont make no sense
No you cant have two cents
No you cant hit no bench wanna get like me betta be at least 8%

Tryn get lit like a light bulb recital on the ride home i do my homework
On rivals tell me that i dont ill fight yall
Jedi mind tricks got them on consignment
When it gets lost i find it so its never really hidin im psychic ya

Ya i be artsy with it creating a darker picture
But still fill it all with glitter im always fitter dont ever get called a Quitter
And people keep on forgetting that i will be calm
And ready and i will be always willing to push way
Beyond the feelings that seem so appalling to me ya

If you want advice from me you better be nice to me
If you want advice from me you better be nice to me
If you want advice from me you better be nice to me ya
If you want advice from me you better be
You better be

If you want advice from me you better be nice to me
I dont be givin advice for free im gonna need like a smile or three ya man
That wasnt so hard now was it
I see that youre troubled and you wanna run from it
Dont be the prey man you gotta be the gunner
Keep it one hunnid and never be a bummer

I got my eyes set on the prize never compromise
For a smaller size i will maximize my
Time in the lime light
Led foot when the time right
Left hook when the rhyme tight
Aint a thing about me finite
Its a fine dine wine night
Im like
Im abouta end this whole shit crazy
Ice cold flow so amazing
Got my nut sack shriveled up like a raisin
Makin shit clear now no more hazy baby
Shes like baby can i have some money nah bitch
I dont throw no hunnids fix youre own tummy with runnin
Go eat You somethin disgustin youll feel much better i promise

Written by:
Jace Mungai

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