The Feminists - Lumber lyrics

Just let me know when something's done O-ho-oh GOD DON'T DO IT! [Verse 1: Viva] Yo backstage blunted, getting stomach from your girlfriend Cause I run it, I stack bars like lumber I pack a punch like Pacquiao or Basquiat with the paint With the pen there ain't sh** I can't conquer Now go die bro, and don't forget your guitar With toothpaste up my a** I'm doing abs in the car I get f**ed off a f*g and two tabs of that tar Stuck between time and space where I can dance with the stars It's way true! (Back yo..) It's on par And Brother Sam write raps like Meek Mills with a chart I'm in the car, smoking seasonal chard and wet weed like Who the f** needs a reason to shower Ya, Div 3 and a fart, I'm raising the bar And ??? need ??? like Jesus and art A meet in the park, it don;t breathe it don't pop Just more weed and more Schnaaps you know Vivsy won't stop [Verse 2: Sam's Casino] More coffee, pour me more coffee A little bit of cream and a stick of that biscotti A little hint of cinnamon and tiny bits of toffee I'm GONNA NEED TO SEE YOUR fu*kING SNACKS IN THE LOBBY! I got the swishers in my purse like it's Thursday I'm getting water boarded but I'm still thirsty A Black Hippie, feeling real dirty Roll another spliff up all nine inches I got a chess board I bop it down to thirty Enfield to Prescott all my b**hes Singing in the shower you love my pitches Water down the drain like all of my riches I'm dropping flavor my demeanor is incendiary Eating Froyo with mochi out in Tokyo Loked out snapping photos with my Kodachrome While my homie Viva push a stroller out in Holyoke I DO IT! I DO IT! [Verse 3: Alec] Holyoke Mah. mah Sams Casino Da grigarette, da grigaret- Yo, ey yo Viva stay lofty, I just do my thing Reppin' like I owe it to the team, staying sweaty as a prospy I'm blowin' 83's 'till I'm nauseous, all black everything No cream in the coffee kinda prejudice Homie was rocking wedding rings, now I'm on to better things Seeing like a state, threw some b**hes on the resume Homie is getting cake, rolling titties to the bank Word to Desiree, I'm getting it, young wigga's competitive-OW! f**