SIIRO - BarryMelrose lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Davis] Ay fresh pack of that gum, kush pack of that loud Backyard laying down off that pure sh** Flow sounds profound, like we gotta ball now Got my head in the clouds 'til our Europe trip Crib need to resemble the kremlin My brothers out here clowning, like its wringling Just listen, we don't give a motherf** 'bout an opinion Top down in the lincoln, hope they don't off me like Lincoln Kennedy Space Center in my sight As I creep through skies of the 305 And you a lie, like to flex for the stat sheets Your team ain't in the playoffs If rapping was a dayjob You fakers would get laid off We grind, this sh** gon' pay off Ain't sh** like our normal hobby cleaning port-o-pottys But oh sh** "they sorta bout it" Whatchu know? traveled seven globes Severed hella roads, red beanie on Riding waves like i'm Jacques Cousteau f** a fake laugh, if you prate rash Get your face bashed, now you're gooked out Tooth out: dame dash Need green like it's st. Pat Make bae bust it way back 'til i need a wave cap (gotdamn!) Surfing in the p**y, swerving off the D'usse Silly floozy b**h you can't be bougie f** you and your Stussy, you ain't sh** The line between delusion and genius is quite a fickle one Especially when you stay on the green like Mickelson Piccolo purple hammer pants while I dance, and I prance Off the clean now she's Rudolph Pull up, grab the mic, go off one song Dip out, give em blue balls Basically my Soundcloud.. 'til now Gang up, we fortified Mothers mortified, by way we blaze up And roll around like we own the town (f** it) Something like Derrick before he buckled Verbal buckshots at puppets 'til I pele the bucket [Verse 2: Ra Duke] Take an afternoon nap to spend the day with you Cause lately we've been only meeting at night Doesn't feel right.. Barely remember when i would lay with you I wish i could but sh** be fading with time Waiting in line Thinking about what you could be doing at that moment Or what he be doing to make you want him Almost immune to the fumes of marijuana Pretty soon i'm sure i'll move to something stronger It's all good, i don't want no sympathy or empathy I just need to get sh** off my chest So be a friend to me and vent with me Talk about your problems, yo its heathy g (Come on dude can't we discuss this tomorrow) Yeah, definitely Look honestly, i ain't tryna talk about it Smoked a lot of pot and i'll just end up getting hot about it We just tryna party, i ain't really even thought about it/ And now i'm out here bringing it up, i s** Man my timing is way off Always k** the vibe, stressing out on my day off Kind of like the sixteenth seed Got big dreams but i'll never make it out of the playoffs Get laid off.. who invited you anyway? Sipping on the Henny writing like i was Hemingway/ Posted in the keys with a few Gs, shooting the breeze So much weed smoke i might hyperventilate [Outro: Ra Duke & Alex Davis] But i say One day everything is gonna be okay But for now, just light another j