Leland Philpot - Trollin' (The 2022 Remaster)

Look at me, why they wanna throw the book at me?
Why all these coppers be crookedly?
Look at me, habanero on a cooking spree
Haters wanna toss the hook at me trolling though (wow)
Look at me trolling though (ay)
Look at me trolling though (wow)
Look at me trolling though (ay)

Look at me trolling, it be evident
People sipping Listerine
Just 45th president, I'll just sip my chicory
Wit like Thomas Edison, Wilt like all my victories
Cure a bill with medicine, Ear drumming like timpani
Don't you hear that symphony? Maybe your eye too violent
Made it, that Y2 wilding, hearing and I don't like it
So Imma try to fight it, find an ear that be open
But ain't nobody open, look at me now I'm trollin'

CG on the TV be defeating please believe me
With all the beats he be eating the veni, vedi, y veci
The pen he weave be instinct-ing, intricately secreting
The need to be free for feeding, whose reasoning need deleting
And replete-ing
Easily weakest you'll ever see me
Some things repeat like a CD, my spirit weaned off that teething ring
I see it but wonder who really see me?
Meant to address the sick, industry completely Stevie
Or W, Volkswagen tales from the crypt
Driven mad, that's living as hell as it gets
This be too deep for the concept
That's what I get, mimicry of timeless
Hope a quote is dope for folks enough to buy it
Support a black businessman tryna get out ma's crib
Unc gone, bury the hatchet
Shouts to Apostolic ready for action, I follow Jesus in tarry and practice
Fought off them demons I parry the madness
God heal my heart now I'm merry as Magdelene
Wearing my jacket. Wearing my jacket, wearing my
Bathos, wearing my jacket

Written by:
LELAND PHILPOT

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