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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | What Do You Do |
| Album: | FACES | Genres: | Hip - Hop |
| Year: | 2014 |
Length: | 219 sec |
Lyrics:
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Shaker Man, I think I'm Eric Andre Man, I think I'm Louis C.K Man, I think so therefore I am Man, it's 8:00 a.m Man, my mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes (naked hoes) My brother one of the only ones I can confide in It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in (dive in) I toot my horn, I blow my bugle I recycle, I say 'free beluga whales' on YouTube What do you do? (What do you do?) Okay, the pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it often A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin But down the slope in my toboggan Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring Still at it The drug absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet I know a bitch who'll let you fuck her for Coachella passes Oh so pompous, the ambiance You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on If she got that stank puss, then I won't be long Never lose your mind 'cause insanity is brutal Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle Mirror, mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man Me and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headbands The white American, hiding from the Aryan New Tibetan Mastiff, and he hate it when you stare at him Jump in, the jacuzzi on (yeah), say I fuck with you the long way I love you more than Kanye love Kanye Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters It's my first try, swear I got a third eye It's work time, I sell the coke to the students out in Irvine Eh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise? It's like we ain't scared of death but be scared of life It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights (scared of heights) I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4 Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck Callin' local middle schools and send in some death threats Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black I'm getting lit' with Da$h, you don't see us in the back No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash Oh, yeah Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around Let me off at the top, oh, I'm high as the clouds Let me off at the top, hey, motherfucker shut your motherfuckin' mouth Yeah
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