Mac Jerm - Hands Free

I can't tote no strap bitch I'm too schizophrenic
I see ghosts then you see ghosts, all blacked out, Marilyn Manson
Allergic to broke nigga dap, you can't touch where my hands be
Shoulda never got that dance, took a toll, hands free

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea. yea

I just been saving the world
Not asking for credit
Just know it's a jet not a plane
Diamond been filling in for my emotional lapses
She know this world drive me insane
Why you be dressing up that little food on yo table
No condiments I want it plain
I washed away all my sins, still ain't been to church
It's nothing there for me to gain
Greatest thing that you can ever do, stunt on them niggas that doubted and be an influence
Shit that's why 30 he in my top 5, not the one on the warriors
Shoot out the roof
Best recognize who gone be the one do it
Got Devin booker hanging w Tyler ulis
And it's always been blood over water
Lately my water
Looking like fruit punch
Man this shit was supposed to be out back in April
I went and marched on a few months
And my brother just told me the roaches burning thru his pockets
Then rolled him like two blunts
Shit they say anything worth some take time
Guess that's why I'm still here
I can't chill til my mama pull up in a whatsaname
Say let's go shopping for chandeliers
Throw a track together
No John Deere
Coulda been graduated, I'm Kanye
If you ever see this lil nigga with a big face
Know I'm doing just fine like Wanya
Dawg it's so many fraudulent claims that ran through my mind
They told me that crime pays
I ain't know that shit was commission
Lil homie just stay on yo mission

I can't tote no strap bitch I'm too schizophrenic
I see ghosts then you see ghosts, all blacked out, Marilyn Manson
Allergic to broke nigga dap, you can't touch where my hands be
Shoulda never got that dance, took a toll, hands free
(The money gone come just dance baby)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea. yea

If I break you off please
Don't judge me
I stopped loving young, so I gotta be where the love be
Everything come easy, when you take it easy
I was never stressed
Swapping jerseys with retired players
Fuck Mitchell & Ness
Boffum
Fuck her tiddies til she can't even feel her neck
Boffum
All my checkings and my savings got a check
Boffum
Half these niggas really greener than the Shrek
You ain't come from out the swamp
I wun expect you recognize that smell
It's the paper mill, plus the sewer
4 know that aroma
Almost lost my mind, said Eric Bishop in a fucking coma
I don't know these niggas but I know these niggas
All the same
See a bitch like RnB, they get to singing Candy Rain
You ain't got no soul for real
Ain't cut from that mold for real
Ain't never been down on yo dick, get in that mode for real
I seen niggas change they ways for the aesthetic
Not een for a bitch
You niggas gay
I pray you wake up and yo finsta got a glitch

I can't tote no strap bitch I'm too schizophrenic
I see ghosts then you see ghosts, all blacked out, Marilyn Manson
Allergic to broke nigga dap, you can't touch where my hands be
Shoulda never got that dance, took a toll, hands free
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Yea
Yea
Yea
(Mac jerm) Yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea. yea

I just been stacking my move
I look in the mirror too often, she say I'm conceited
I used to pour out my heart in them messages, so I'd appreciate if you delete it
I had a sack that I used to fill up, now I got me a sack that she always depleting
Just when I thought I had made dat shit happen
I'm getting my mornings confused with my evenings
What a hell of feeling
Knowing you making shit shake all you need is the push of a button
Loving a fiend was my only regret on this journey
I'm catching a high of the tussin
Mason the garment
The back of her back where the arm went
I'm truly impressed with her flexing
(Right hand) Right hand guala
(Left hand) Left hand guala
(Lindsay) Who knew a nigga could learn (Lohan) ambidextrous
Big ass belt buckle, shit be holding my jeans up
If you in front that camera don't freeze up
We was down 10 and they couldn't believe us
Til I went on a streak like receivers
I just hope that you feeding yo people
I just hope that they really believe you
All I need is a mic and a liter
All I need is a mic and a liter

Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Don't leave me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Don't leave me

Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Don't leave me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Leave it on me
Don't leave me

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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