M. Spoon - Soprano

Lyrically Tony Soprano the don do you follow
Empirically like Rondo how I'm setting up my partners
Satirically I started now my views are colossal
Gotta get to Stockholm euro step through all the time zones
Got no time to wait I need it ahora, pronto
No break to smoke no joke no time for fronto
In fact I came for racks that stack up like Alonzo
Chase a bag chase a bag, yeah you know the motto
The flow is on auto although I'm higher than Apollo
Need a model chick that suck and swallow that's the combo
I spent my dollar on my dream you spent yours on the lotto
It's true, you too could do it no not talkin' Bono
Catch me at the beach condo sipping from the bottle
The boy is back sippin' yak turnin' up to Pop Smoke
Rollin gas pack it fat can't see through the pot smoke
Verses in bulk I should be pushing it through Costco
Did it on my own Lone Ranger I had no Tonto
Had to break it off cuz promises were so hollow
I swear snow bunnies just lead you straight to the foxhole
Now I'm staying in my lane swerving past the potholes
Pothead pothead smokin' til I am unconscious
Rappin' til I lose tonsils
Turn these beats into fossils
Turn ideas to dollars more commas and then more commas
I turn ideas to dollars more commas and then more commas, yeah
On another overture don't get scurred listen to my words tryin to mature
In this world how absurd
It occurred at my worst drinkin' syrup I was blurred
Now I got plans, go to Europe
Listen, man
I'm really in the pink like Killa Cam
I'll be damned fuck your man's turn your girl into my biggest fan
Never put shit on the gram
Push the button, avalanche
Kush is puffin, got more grams
Gucci luggage, get a tan
You was buggin', got no chance
Now it's nothin', swipe again
Now she lovin', me my friends
Down for something, on my skin
Yeah I guess my time to win
Yeah I guess I'm off the Hen
Yeah I guess you know the end
Yeah I guess you know the end, woah

Written by:
Marcus Witherspoon

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