Spills - Brush Your Teeth lyrics

You can't hold your tongue? Well I'll hold it for you Bite me Use your swollen gums Lookin like Mick Foley Open with some broken teeth But what'll you use to bite my sh** with? Hopefully you notice the potency I know it seems I flow with ease But most emcees they imitate it's a gross disease Them I ate on a dinner plate they groceries Do they innovate? No siree They throw at me some curveballs I could set em straight No degrees No angles Poetry What's funny Y'all wouldn't even change if you could Y'all do impressions like, “Yeah, man that was good.” Damn Jaybra's so cold Yeah Jaybra's so brrrr I don't know, maybe I'm wrong but sometimes it really does seems like heads are straight up jacking my sh** When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to one And you just want to have a little fun You brush your teeth You brush your teeth When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to two And you want to find something to do You brush your teeth You brush your teeth Whatchu know bout sweat I'm up in the spot with my hoodie on Hot as motherf**ers get And it ain't gone stop til my tanktop ain't got cotton left As I pop this fresh bottle of seltzer Yes I got finesse I got expression in my flesh and chest You know it's rocky roads I ain't stoppin growth There ain't an obstacle impossible It's lock and load I been told that I got to mold Cuz writin prose is all I know I'm callin all The nominal, phenomenal I melt ‘em like a tropical popsicle What's funny Y'all wouldn't even change if you could Y'all wish me gold? I wish you would Damn Jaybra's so cold Yeah Jaybra's so brrrr I mean, I've been inspired myself, but sometimes you gotta realize what's you and what's not, man When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to one And you just want to have a little fun You brush your teeth You brush your teeth When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to two And you want to find something to do You brush your teeth You brush your teeth Why you actin like you don't know? Yeah we both you know you crackin on my promo But yo, yo, holdup, you're slackinon your promo Cuz the name of one song of yours is something that I Something that I Something that I don't know Knuckles, fists Swing, connecting that's one thing I must admit That I ain't got on my bucket list I must've missed That interest, but instead I've got a f** it list And it goes a little something like this What's funny Y'all wouldn't even change if you could My brain's a rain of complaints This track's a flood Damn Jaybra's so cold Yeah Jaybra's so brrrr Sometimes it seems like cats are scared to be themselves, but that's the end of art right there, man, keep it real When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to one And you just want to have a little fun You brush your teeth You brush your teeth When you wake up in the morning it's a quarter to two And you want to find something to do You brush your teeth You brush your teeth