Download Lagu Sprouts, rohan! - A-SIDE (INTRO) (feat. MAX B)

Lirik A-SIDE (INTRO) (feat. MAX B)

Oh shit! Doctor Sprouts!
He's goin' crazy!
Syllable fools, the semblance fools
What a hindrance or a tool, the school bus too cool, for a
Fancy lad's shoes
Cruisin' for a bruise, all the screws loose, shoot
Yeah, causin' all the blues
Call it Chamber Hop, maybe like a Diddy Bop
Fella with no name, but game, for a pretty watch
Neighborhood deathwatch, hands all on his crotch
Until the squeeze, then he sees, what just popped
Pop's scotch, problematic lot, just like the
Kids playing hopscotch, trauma building not stopped
Like a veggie chopped, nutrients fly out the lot
Get shot Danny, thicker with no blood clot
Foot in the cranny, pack honey in the fanny
And the hobbies getting fancy
Still lazier without the pot
Gogeta fajitas, intravenous heinous
Go get us a leader, lead us on the base that
All good things need to come with patience
And all lord's greatness always come with lateness
Oh my god!
These guys goin' crazy on this beat!
They're hoppin' inside of chambers!
I'm flabbergasted the fables be told of the enigmatic master
Rat that mastered the art of boom boom bap and kung fu
But you know how we do
Put his stinky Master Splinter rat ass back in the sewer
Pull up a stool and listen to the ancient wisdom of the chamber fools
No paying tuition when you think intuition is the
Correct position for a
Emancipated son of asians yeah
No sense in waiting Doctor Sprouts ain't got no patients
Now we hell raisin' and belle chasin' now whats the worth if
I don't sell nations while still praising the customer uh
I got my sword and my Sentinel Shield
Physically, mentally, still chillin' in Beverly Hills
But all the centipedes still seething the fire that they be breathing
I wonder if I'm seein' whats meant to be real
Like Master Roshi I'm tryna move these oceans I'm dodging hexes and potions
Now inhaling the ash and think, I need some lotion
Why can't I be at peace when I'm smoking?
Cause the chamber not built for this hip-hop, thats Jazzid Rap
They're hoppin' in the chamber
They're hoppin' out the chamber
In n' out, in n' out, in n' out
Hoppin', hoppin', hoppin'
Chamber hopping
Yeah
Smack the snooze on the alarm
Another bruise, another arm
Another goose, another farm
A little juice'll kill my charm
Johnny Depp would say this beat sounds like the Pirates of the Caribbean
I need a breath because there's no more air to breathe in
Doctor Sprouts needs another hit he's fiending
You can keep the fame I don't wanna have to sneak in
I'm Super Man, but self-conscious
Bruce Wayne will never top these watches
I got em' all topless
We got a whole lotta options
Yeah, blow through 'em like an auction, yeah
Mar-a-Lago, she go wherever I go
Grab the tanning spray you know the blazing sun is high doe
High noon, baby I'll meet you out there
Speed boats and jet skis you know I know the route there
My head's clear, it's time for peaking
It's time to make our own roads, yeah its time for seeking
We'll take a Tuesday, turn it up, like the weekend
Policemen at the Walmart, yeah they got us for stealing
Healing hands on my chest, never take 'em off
Gold hair, gold skin, buy it by the bar