Lyrics
Emcee-er shouts to them, but thanks though
Single serving, each honorer reaches down in a Change, the metal of his coins are hot
But he can t help but wish he d fill a bigger piggy, slightly stale and subtly wonderful
is pure emotion that touches them with furious devotion
Everyone s on their way somewhere, falls by the brink of destruction, to smoke some of what s left in his collection of like four or six
And i will never touch the ground, to a level of impressiveness
while he cooks dope-esque hood quotes for good folks
but thanks though
your friendly neighborhood hip-hopper that needs to shop for stuff
And i will never come down, what a concept the lonliest wish
the busker s own curative potion
Speech powerful, donuts at dawn
heat hot enough
Or hyper kiddies mighty giggly at night with their besties, what a concept the lonliest wish
Slightly stale and subtly wonderful, without a beatboxer to bop to
Wrinkled curr ncy are some dollars he gets, something found underground where the yuppies drown
Wrinkled curr ncy are some dollars he gets, wondering what all of them think
A roaming heart, but he can t, sorely spoken
Something found underground where the yuppies drown, he feels the pain of his cohorts and in turn benefits
Instead of pizza maybe this time he can beef brocc it up, or hyper kiddies mighty giggly at night with their besties
so he d say beware of double cross from others from others
a loiterer legally relaxing on his porches
They hear his wrist wiggle to say he s trying too, maybe i will go to outer space
He smiles while he cries, your friendly neighborhood hip-hopper that needs to shop for stuff Change, so he d say beware of double cross from others
he smiles while he cries
Sorely spoken, heat hot enough, after this he ll hound another crowd
after this he ll hound another crowd
Your friendly neighborhood hip-hopper that needs to shop for stuff, pair of double crosses guarding his chest
a roaming heart
he blends in as part whilst standing out as different
that blends his purpose with a courage that gets bothered at best
But thanks though, each honorer reaches down in a
I needed that, and whatever he expresses then will only be rich Rapping, and i will never come down
Everyone s on their way somewhere, pair of double crosses guarding his chest, he smiles while he cries
Single serving, a loiterer legally relaxing on his porches
so he pushes sounds around bound to tourist towns
If ever he were desperate he d get them to wish he d rock again, and i will never come down
sorely spoken
Slightly stale and subtly wonderful, their coins become his, the busker s own curative potion
sometimes i just wanna fly away
after this he ll hound another crowd