Just messin around
By: TMAC
Duration
2:22
Genres
Description
Just tryin out Fruity Loops. Original beat by TMAC
Lyrics
These lyrics, I got em bitches, what about em? Life is most certainly perfect without em, In a sense the innocence will fence the lens when friends dont wince, but this shit, wont, rinse. Its like, spike the pass so the hand of time last, stop the clock so the good times dont go by too fast, with an ass like that, matter of fact, nice rack, meet my truck we'll use the back, with some luck I'll smash that hat. I'm the hammer you the nail, when together we never fail, say I'm sorry with an apology but like a lottery youre botherin me. Fall asleep on monogamys autumn leaves, the sherriff screams "He shot at me!" while I peel out around frosted trees. I'm ahead of the fall, winter on speed dial, remember the call? You told me on the phone that one day you wanted it all? Now youre eatin dinner and I'm onto the next day, frosted flakes, wake n bake, no hesitated late mistakes. For sure it makes for a car that shakes with the wind no brakes, bitch, hows it taste? To know me sittin here so free, cause I'm only prayin on one knee I gotta bunch of shit on my chest, one to impress but this bulletproof vest is a mess, a cover to see the rest, discover then we undress, but I'll never love you so please take only half of my best. And leave the rest back towards me and I'll pour it down the drain, cause its your fame, the name game for every other flame you can blame. Make em pay, pour out to you and follow with distrain, youre a train and I wreck this. You give brain and I guess this is, just like a midget hangin off luda's necklaces. Youre screamin, provokin, chokin, outta breath cause youre breathless Liz. To me, so please just exit this booth, cause right now, I'm sayin nothin but the truth. From me to you, so follow breathe and swallow for an hour baby give me two, you do you, and Ima do mine, spit fire in the hands of time. Lift up higher smash it in choir til you hear us talk in the rhyme, cause now the clock is on my glock, its cocked back ready to rock that, so give it back to me, your blasphemy and when youre dead, I hope they come and blast in me.
