Flying Lotus - Local Legends lyrics

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Flying Lotus - Local Legends lyrics

[Intro: Blu] Make 'em feel extra special But when you write the check out Make sure you get the name straight tho [Verse 1: Blu] I feel like a local legend in about 7 galaxies Plus I got angels in heaven that wanna battle me But I'm a celebrity, there better be cheese involved And no shows go down unless a few G's are tossed I let my heat speak when n***as speakin' hard Cause that's when they scheming on the n***as that be themin' My sh** be shining like the sun of the sun Plus I hung up on the diamonds cause your dimes get jealous of 'em Jugs busting out like gelatin Buns like onions and I cry every time I smell them Good heavens, I'm heaven sent but only in the present tense Telling n***as exactly how long in hell we been I'm 23 and haven't felt since 10 Didn't graduate, I never left the bells in gym Skinny, I weigh a buck, 89 and a penny And when Penny Hardaway fell off I started spitting Since then n***as been ducking me No discussion, I spit it so disgusting I look ugly when I bust it And it's funny a honey still want to touch it Even though she know my money is on crutches But f** it f** it, ay bum theft [Verse 2: Blu] Got me feeling like Geronimo, Roc Marciano monologue Puffin' cigars with my (?) on We are three star generals Be still principles implanted in my mental With my pad and my number two, dude So don't play me till you buy me And in ya b**hes whip is where you find me And when she rewinds me Tell she finds me And we ride deep off the rewind, recline Skeeting on the jazz bar design She ga**ed off the fast cars we drive We live, blast (?) at the bar We arrive, bar smashed then Talking bout I got to take a fat piss And I end up Hitting up some fat chicks Squeeze her in the back seat Hit her with some fat dick, it's cla** So when I said it twice, I said the same every night Lay the dame very nice She take the pain very nice And if I get her off the goose, it's a scary sight I will take the blame if it's lucy, (?) pipes She must have thought I was the marriage type I must have thought Carol mics I tell it like it is Raise the price like it's shining and I sell it off the minus You can find (?) us in the caddy truck Blowing on the finest marijuana, let the DJ remind ya

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