Kyle Young
Kyle Young - Leaving Home songtekst
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[Verse 1:] Tryna' have my cake so I can eat it too Eagerly I see it's new Pizza, Little Ceaser read the meter we is speakin', dude Speakin' through the speakers you can peep me in some sneakers true Yellow not my color I'm defeatin' you with Pikachu Brothers my brothers I'm lethal like some greasy food Cheeseburgers, he murdered people when the tweeters blew Deep worded heat verdict Weasel is Knievel dude Keep burnin' weed Sherman Greenest of the trees'll do Eagle with a beak and you Sneak until you reach the truth We can get it freaky boo Me and you bikini whoo First I gotta sell my shit Merchandise get rid of it Certain guys for the prize MAW respect the birth of it Bought it 'cause they heard of him Inspired my the words of him He taught them they're problems Could amount to them and work for them Try not to be a jerk for 'em Probably wanna work for him Apostle of a gospel that he didn't try to serve to them [Chorus:] Leaving home I'll meet my soul I'll shake it's hand my brain expanded But I don't wanna go with out you girl You already know you are my world I don't wanna go with out you girl But my brain's expanded [Verse 2:] Leaving home to reach my goal Means being seen as a new person But my motors going over loading writing in the sand Blow it open golden tokens rhyming is the scam Fire light life is bright shinin' on a fan Time is right climbin' heights Heiney in the hand China type, ride a bike bounce to the rhythm Lime of light I ain't signed drought in the system Pounce and I bit them, sound is the sickness Proudly I'll trounce all the clowns on my shit list I don't got a hit list, I got a list of hits Smilin' 'cause you can't resist Doubters throwin' hissy fits Mountains of the written shit Monuments of dizzy spit 'tention to the principles that brought them in to listen kid [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo, I started off young as a dumb little chap Life got lame so I stumbled into rap Bumped into Scat He loved Boom Bap Flipped my hat back started punishin' these cats Dream of a rapper Cream I was after Beat after beat a machine and the master Feet on the ladder Teeth chatterin' Started puffin reefer made my feelings go that-away Time's like a Saturday Writin' like a pad a day Classic after classic I was practically a factory Somebody pass the batteries So I can straight harass a beat Passin' on the recipe, still ain't cranked a masterpiece Doggit did it dastardly Rabid rhythm rapidly Packin' punches, plastic crunches Now it's sad I have to leave Mad is me, a cattle call catastrophe I'll have it all, after all I have to eat. [Chorus]