Danny Brown - Tomorrow's Gone lyrics

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Danny Brown - Tomorrow's Gone lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] We slip and slide while we f**in' Cause my sheets is fully silk I told her get up water my White Oleanders with some milk White man's guilt is the black man's poison That's why I'm always paranoid Why I be hearing voices Middle finger rigamortis While they stuff me in my coffin Porches flyin' saucers Saucy scuffin' up my Jordans Mushrooms, trippin' high Talkin' to the Dolphins Adderall, caused a cosmic shift in my endorphins Flip quick with that thing On my hip, I'm mighty morphin' Y'all n***as all talk No action like Zordon, (Rangers) Thug outlaw immortal Flyin' out a time portal I ain't miss a whisper n***a Now I'm comin' after all you Frank Wright mixed with a twist of Lord Vordul Started kickin' sh** in the projects Now I'm royal Never save a ho Like Popeye and Olive Oil Never sh** on a n***a When he filled your stomach for you Don't forget to fear me I know y'all n***as scared Pray that they ignore me Pray they keep thinkin' I'm weird Came to you in your sleep And spoke d**h inside your ear You ain't flinch, kept your eyes closed And shed a single tear Pussies don't have tongues So pussies can't talk f** that sh** DONT INCLUDE ME WITH NEW YORK I rode up on a elephant And slid down the trunk Rose petals at my feet That's a hell of a stunt, n***a [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Your ho is a no-go That b**h f**ed for Polo s**ing on it like Rolo Back 'em up in that four door You fell off like row-row She jump on it like pogo All she want was a photo Then I stuck it all in her chulo She called me Papi Chulo You lost boy like Rufio b**h, like, go in my 'cuzzi ho Before I punch your a** in your coochie, ho Genesis or Sussudio You penis and booty, ho On Venus in a studio And that's out this world in that booth, ho You smokin' on that panthro Rambo, an example For the Land Ro when I man, ho With my dick all out my pants, ho Got p**y smellin' like anchovies Stomach lookin' all roly poly f**ed that ho on a Friday night Sunday, act like she don't know me Spastic with this rhymin' sh** Caskets if you attackin' this Turn ratchet with that ratchet Smokin' on cactus with that ratchet b**h No martian or no monster No goon goblin, none of that sh** I rap batter, so f** ? And anybody in your motherf**ing clique [Verse 3 - Nacho Pica**o] Devil's dandruff, but I dabbled with that angel No Buffy, doin' damage to my brain cells I'm the leader Gamma rays make my brain swell f** your album sales Tell me how that 'caine sells The afro samurais Tatted up like Allen Ive I tore my heart out And gave it to my valentine And gave a line to that little b**h from Madeline b**hes be them setup artists Now I lay that pine with nines Pop my piece like peels I got a jagged spine So I sound like Jack Burton How I drag my lines All the smokers in Seattle hella mad I rhyme Cause we were servin' Fraggle Rock Some Big Apple time Hmm, I heard that city never sleeps Well, my city always rains And it's full of f**ing creeps Nominated Nacho P To be the one that f**in' speaks Hella freaks, couple geeks Then that OG Kush that reeks [Verse 4 - Meech] I bought the first mixtape Won't help me escape poverty So I did 'em six deep Plottin' armed robbery Should be in the Bahamas Gettin' slobbed by Rihanna, G Instead, I'm in the 'Bush Hungry, plottin' to ? money Motivate these crooks This life is a tug-o-war Just shook my sword over books With that unbeheading arm And this Gat, guarantee you fall Like this dress on a ho Hoes undressing it all ? on her dress and draw Motherf**er, I'm raw [Verse 5 - Erick Arc Elliot] I'm trained to k** My aim is real ? spills I paid attention Now I pays the bills Mommy, I'm sorry I can't protect my motives Nobody told me different Now I'm off the hinges The doorway into my own existence Spit it like retarded do The impoverish genuine article Spark your brain particles While I proceed to startle you Often, I get it on with you n***as, what is wrong with you b**hes, don't carry bras with you Zombies beat the remarkable [Verse 6 - Juice] Red herring, leave no clues I'm that smooth I'm that daring Walk down your block in no shoes Just one Glock, will not lose Your actions are b**h moves 'gainst the pistol Don't bite the head I love it when she grab my balls She slurpin' while I chill Your style played out Like this can of open beer Wash it down with a thought We the hottest f** them n***as hatin' on New York Zombie n***as food for thought

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