Tedy Andreas - Pangea lyrics

[Intro] [Tedy Andreas] Still making extra ordinary movements See my alter-ego when I'm under the influence Hopped in this b**h's Buick I just met her Tried to take a photo with me She swerved in the intersection Blessed and surprised I'm alive today I got old man eyes Means I'm wiser, baby Origami get it popping like a co*k 3-80 Ch-bow Thought by now you would have figured me out Thinking I'm going to change the world with my rhymes I write in my spare time It's young Andreas Sparking blunts on the airline Flushed the Phillie guts down the toilets in high school My teacher knew what's up She looked me dead in my eyes Any time you hear me spit it's just a glimpse in the future My mom was working three jobs And I just wrote for amusement Now I'm adjusting to the fact Now adjusting my mirrors in the whip I dreamed about In that cul-de-sac with no parents Turning nothing into something when they ate away bunk The gynecologist You pussies understand that I'm coming I'm like water Hoes thirsted over me for some Prada Knowing if the curtain falls I won't get brained this often I'm just seeing the world differently They agree with all that I say as I make history Who am I to judge they thinking I love the industry I'm just in the cup with a bottle of 'A' sipping and thinking Rest in peace to Wilt Chamberlain b**h, I k** the game My ink spilled on the pavement Only time you'll catch my shook is whenever I smell the bacon Like As-Salaam-Alaikum Your mommy on the beach You can't do no wrong Make this sh** like we in Taiwan No artificial autumn Like Pica**o evolve Blatantly sh** on Y'all I don't lock up the stall Y'all to busy on the internet to look at the stars From the city where your close friends is plotting against you From the city of the purple sprite But I just drink liquor In the city swig [?] In the back of my homie's Civic Flow off instrumentals Now this sh** is a business Ay, I got something to say The good don't last forever I got a taste but never getting complacent Twist the tree Hit the mic I'm illustrating my lifetime Food for thought Shorty call me up when it's night time She love the way I spit this sh** Bring it all together like Pangaea Won't sell my soul for my name to be known They handing checks and telling me sign here Think about it now Think about that sh** We get it popping shorty just like this Just think about that sh** We get it popping baby just like this [Outro]