Baba 70S Songtext
von Topaz Jones
Baba 70S Songtext
This grown man talkin′
Don't go tellin your momma
Don′t go runnin' up in the house
Like you scared of a monster
Stick your chin up
Go do some chin ups
You skinny, I hope she finna
Make spinach for dinner
Under your skin like a splinter
At night I dream about living
Above the rim like a spinner
But chances I make the league
Is getting slimmer than a
Jim-or
Eminem-or-
Kendall Jenner
Rival of Pepsi spread all on her dresser
America, God Bless her
I'm like, "Sike nah F her" She ain′t ride for me ever (Ever, ever?)
My grandmother survived it three eras
Now from Prospect Terrace to the top
I Tricera′ed
Try me, I dare ya
SuperBad
Mike Cera It's the Mic terror (ooh child) yeah
I swear to God these niggas terrycloth
That mean very soft
You look sad, try therapy
Or a glass of that liquid theraflu
But if I parachute, the kids will parakeet
As a teen figured all I needed was a pair of shoes with a swoosh
Enough to make a nigga bust his teeth
′Til they wiggle loose
But by the time I got em they was out of style
God got a sense of humor
Learn how to smile
Ugh, this grown man talkin'
Not for the faint of heart
This the ancient art of persuasion
The Makers Mark on occasion
I played the part I was training for since training wheels
Got no platinums
But I′m stainless steel
The layers peeled and the fruit of my labor
Revealed, labelled and sealed, uh
Lot of rats chasing a deal
They would've squealed, uh
Top of that
They wanna ask you how it feeled
To leave the house behind
Nigga, is you out your mind???
All the Aunt Jemima spilling
All that nonchalance is chilling
Y′all your pops and momma's children
I promise you I'm feeling like the cream of the crop doesn′t top me
It′s really getting sloppy Joe
Somebody stop me
The bomb like saki bro
This Nagasaki flow
I'll beat the horse if the jockeys don′t
I could kick it but that's not the goal
I want control
For the folks counting crows
′Til the block gets sold
Man this shit is bananas
No it's platanos
Was still a seed when the plot exposed
But I was told
To watch those who play blind with eyes closed
I could see it all now that I′m grown
Don't go tellin your momma
Don′t go runnin' up in the house
Like you scared of a monster
Stick your chin up
Go do some chin ups
You skinny, I hope she finna
Make spinach for dinner
Under your skin like a splinter
At night I dream about living
Above the rim like a spinner
But chances I make the league
Is getting slimmer than a
Jim-or
Eminem-or-
Kendall Jenner
Rival of Pepsi spread all on her dresser
America, God Bless her
I'm like, "Sike nah F her" She ain′t ride for me ever (Ever, ever?)
My grandmother survived it three eras
Now from Prospect Terrace to the top
I Tricera′ed
Try me, I dare ya
SuperBad
Mike Cera It's the Mic terror (ooh child) yeah
I swear to God these niggas terrycloth
That mean very soft
You look sad, try therapy
Or a glass of that liquid theraflu
But if I parachute, the kids will parakeet
As a teen figured all I needed was a pair of shoes with a swoosh
Enough to make a nigga bust his teeth
′Til they wiggle loose
But by the time I got em they was out of style
God got a sense of humor
Learn how to smile
Ugh, this grown man talkin'
Not for the faint of heart
This the ancient art of persuasion
The Makers Mark on occasion
I played the part I was training for since training wheels
Got no platinums
But I′m stainless steel
The layers peeled and the fruit of my labor
Revealed, labelled and sealed, uh
Lot of rats chasing a deal
They would've squealed, uh
Top of that
They wanna ask you how it feeled
To leave the house behind
Nigga, is you out your mind???
All the Aunt Jemima spilling
All that nonchalance is chilling
Y′all your pops and momma's children
I promise you I'm feeling like the cream of the crop doesn′t top me
It′s really getting sloppy Joe
Somebody stop me
The bomb like saki bro
This Nagasaki flow
I'll beat the horse if the jockeys don′t
I could kick it but that's not the goal
I want control
For the folks counting crows
′Til the block gets sold
Man this shit is bananas
No it's platanos
Was still a seed when the plot exposed
But I was told
To watch those who play blind with eyes closed
I could see it all now that I′m grown
Writer(s): Alissia Benveniste, Topaz Jones, Jack Lofchie Hallenbeck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
