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Hodgy Beats

Genres: Hip-Hop

Kobain Lyrics - Hodgy Beats

[Intro] 

Yeah chase the wave bitch 

 

[Verse 1] 

Sacrificed teachers on how to be patient 

All they look for is your opinion and some validation 

Just left my mom's for breakfast, smelling like family and bacon 

My heart beats irrationally, passionately racing 

Sipping on the 40, by my waist, 38 special 

It's a date and niggas late on they pearly gate schedule 

I'm complicated, thoughts concentrated and intellectual 

Architectural buildings inseparable like green and a vegetable 

I was wild, they thought I repped the demon, inside of pentacle asking what he believe me 

He tell them these genitals, grabbing his tentacles, a dollar fifty ain't spendable 

Or responsible but accessible to the hoochies who backs are bendable 

Yeah and on a second note, fuck and on a second note 

 

[Verse 2] 

On the second note, you're killing my high 

Dividable from hater, get away fuck, I hope that you die 

Not in the sense you're not alive, I mean inside 

Decease his ego when he cries no further words implied 

Smoke the hottest Earth, 'til I'm blue like Papa Smurf 

When you see me pop a Perc, I deal with pain, a lot of hurt 

Sleep it off for an hour-something then right to work 

Structure resize the verse, reignite a birth 

Of who you are, who are you when you are where you are? 

I be that sparkle at night and Cluedo to every star 

Expect me to pull up in hoopty or luxury car 

Go from having nothing but yourself to having it all 

No help, mad at yourself or backing it to the wall 

And note that the rising be coming 

Fire for you 'em far 

You got 'em far, pick up the line, it's your call nigga 

 

[Verse 3] 

And on a second note, I leave a third note 

Read it, got you thinking speeds of a turtle 

Now you're reaching in the cupboard, drinking cups of Merlow 

They say drugs get the best of you, take over your soul and the rest of you 

What's left of you, a little money in the bank 

When nothing best to do but watching Ghost Driver wearing the metal blue 

It seems like you let your head get to you 

Like it was ahead of you, slowed you down and beheaded you 

Stole your revenue, your health, your medical 

Eternal ghost roam earth, the remains of him is residue 

My itching, sweaty palms was holding messes too 

Check for your crew, they check for you and all you execute 

I'm letting go, free falling without a para 

I'm letting go, free falling without a parachute 

Yeah and on a second note 

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