Straight Inappropriate - Black Light Anthem

I hop off the plane
They say where you goin you goin I go insane
Leave it lame like it got shot dead
It’s CST yeah yeah I’m too far ahead
They say the tortoise wins the race
I got a shell full of lead
All of ya’ll got problems 99 bitches instead
Just a chill ass guy bout to get hype
Turn your radio up cuz we that stereotype let’s go
Wait til it’s ripe then I’m fuckin it raw
She let me beat it up punching bag on call
And it’s the class clown school kid dope kinda swag
See my shoes gon shine see my hat tipped back
Notice the place don’t hop til we knockin em back
21 cup pong yo rematch yeah
Creature of habit and I just gotta have it
I put in time like an overdrive then I spark up like magic
Ratchet and Clank shit I’m ahead of my time
Wrap my raps in caution tape records committing a crime
She must be impatient saying there’s nothing I lack
I white out her picture then we fade into black
Black
Black
Black
Ay just give into it if you’re feelin strange
Put your hands up in the air and let your vision change
Ay just give into it if you’re feelin strange
Put your hands up in the air and let your vision change
We aimin for the stars floatin on the purp
And if they tell you to be quiet start screamin every word
We aimin for the stars floatin on the purp
And if they tell us to be quiet we gonna scream every word
Word
It ain’t over til we say it’s over
No one drop til the music stop
Everybody here so far some sober
We don’t leave til they call the cops
Black light anthem
Put your hands up get your drink drunk
If you’re going hard let me hear something
Put your hands up put your hands up
Put your hands up put your hands up

Written by:
Chad Short

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