de_port
[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Lemme take my coat off
Get comfortable and shit
Its a grabbin' on my nuts
Type of ting that we in, mid-2000s
Big time cuts and the round trips
Back to back tapes, every week another crown fits
Give that back before I take that back
Havin' fun when I record, I do my dance like that
Got the icecreams on to get my fit completed
It's no biggie to me the deal was done last weekend
[Verse 2]
I was born last winter
New brain on head
The new man on body and new body on bed
That's enough of all the braggin' lemme put u on
I go circles 'round these squares
Like it's trigonom
Fuck it, let 'em hear the songs
Let 'em see the one
This a warning to the circuit that you fuckers run
You don't believe what u say
I don't even gotta say shit I just—
Fuck it
Blank spaces worth more these days
It's like how your shit goes harder when it's muted these days
Like, ain't a conversation less it's fake these days
Like, you don't shake hands, hands shake you these days, uh
[Verse 3]
What's the move these days?
Everybody wanna do it all but the work these days
Me and Eric locked in
Can't get out these days
But ain't tryna leave until the shit sticks these days
And I think it stuck
The fan is broken but the map just got an update, huh?
Look at me and tell me you don't wanna hate my guts
That's fine, I'd do it too if I was not me, duh
It's fuckin done, that's all
I need a cleanup over here someone to mop this up
Shit is gross and so disgusting, you cannot be serious
That's the plan, beat up the game and get the chip like Isiah did
Back to back like dirty pistons
Bad boys when you pair us in
Me and Eric, we some dogs but do not bark we just sink 'em in
[Verse 4]
I just peeped the way you talk and that is fuckin' embarrassin'
Come with me and find salvation like I'm Christ and I'm serious
Think I'm jokes
I know the way and blazin' trails like it's Oregon
Feel my soul come out my body
And my brain and my organs
[Outro]
I ain't savin' shit over this
Put it all on the floor with it
I got buckets to pour with it
Secret sauce and it's tangy
It's sour-sweet and I'm over it
I rebuilt 100 times and I still am metaphorically
Uh, de port, Eric Godlow