Manual
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š ID: 14420948
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Talking about me in your rap lines, you thought
You could chalk it up as misunderstandings
You're already outlined in chalk
You're just a head nod, no need to open my mouth to talk
Jacket patches like flat tire, I might head south and park
Your raps is satire, you've been deflated
In the hood, you hear backfires, rough idols that never made it
The manual was missing several pages, they promote a cycle
And if you're still breathing, God must like you
Pressure under the cap, that's the subtitle
I could extrapolate but I don't got Šµnough time to
It's time to grow up and face it, you won't havŠµ time
To sit and roll up, reminiscing about old times
I'd rather watch paint dry than listen to you bitching
You're trying to fit in but you don't fit your image
I guess I'm too real, ran it up and I doubled back
Your IQ's still not in the triple digits
What's up with that?
Amateurs need a pro to call
Read the manual, follow protocol
I made it known, I don't know it all
Found out money grows on trees when I mowed the lawn
The manual
The manual
The manual
Ah
Ayo, talent's looking slim, guess the skeleton crew's working
Disrupting the current, with a confused purpose-ly imperfect
Electric fuse in a circuit
Sacrifice rewarded in the afterlife, 72 virgins
Please Lord, just let me in through the curtains
You're trying to fit in and wore clown shoes to the circus
A surplus of a fake shit the worthless immersed in
No more elephant in the room curving
Curvy features on my bitch, silhouette seductive
Breaking bad habits, smoke cigarettes reluctant
Revolution responses, contrarian-esque discussions
Flights from Queens, getting neck in London
Charlatans, hidden temple's in plain sight
You Templetons, trapped in the web
I might move to Charlotte
You stay getting played, you're in love with the harlots
Until you're rolled up in the carpet, stuffed under the armpit
Darn it
You could chalk it up as misunderstandings
You're already outlined in chalk
You're just a head nod, no need to open my mouth to talk
Jacket patches like flat tire, I might head south and park
Your raps is satire, you've been deflated
In the hood, you hear backfires, rough idols that never made it
The manual was missing several pages, they promote a cycle
And if you're still breathing, God must like you
Pressure under the cap, that's the subtitle
I could extrapolate but I don't got Šµnough time to
It's time to grow up and face it, you won't havŠµ time
To sit and roll up, reminiscing about old times
I'd rather watch paint dry than listen to you bitching
You're trying to fit in but you don't fit your image
I guess I'm too real, ran it up and I doubled back
Your IQ's still not in the triple digits
What's up with that?
Amateurs need a pro to call
Read the manual, follow protocol
I made it known, I don't know it all
Found out money grows on trees when I mowed the lawn
The manual
The manual
The manual
Ah
Ayo, talent's looking slim, guess the skeleton crew's working
Disrupting the current, with a confused purpose-ly imperfect
Electric fuse in a circuit
Sacrifice rewarded in the afterlife, 72 virgins
Please Lord, just let me in through the curtains
You're trying to fit in and wore clown shoes to the circus
A surplus of a fake shit the worthless immersed in
No more elephant in the room curving
Curvy features on my bitch, silhouette seductive
Breaking bad habits, smoke cigarettes reluctant
Revolution responses, contrarian-esque discussions
Flights from Queens, getting neck in London
Charlatans, hidden temple's in plain sight
You Templetons, trapped in the web
I might move to Charlotte
You stay getting played, you're in love with the harlots
Until you're rolled up in the carpet, stuffed under the armpit
Darn it
ā±ļø Synced Lyrics
[00:36.92] Talking about me in your rap lines, you thought
[00:39.55] You could chalk it up as misunderstandings
[00:41.65] You're already outlined in chalk
[00:44.09] You're just a head nod, no need to open my mouth to talk
[00:47.47] Jacket patches like flat tire, I might head south and park
[00:51.36] Your raps is satire, you've been deflated
[00:53.57] In the hood, you hear backfires, rough idols that never made it
[00:57.66] The manual was missing several pages, they promote a cycle
[01:01.23] And if you're still breathing, God must like you
[01:04.02] Pressure under the cap, that's the subtitle
[01:07.15] I could extrapolate but I don't got Šµnough time to
[01:10.34] It's time to grow up and face it, you won't havŠµ time
[01:13.69] To sit and roll up, reminiscing about old times
[01:16.75] I'd rather watch paint dry than listen to you bitching
[01:20.49] You're trying to fit in but you don't fit your image
[01:23.23] I guess I'm too real, ran it up and I doubled back
[01:26.68] Your IQ's still not in the triple digits
[01:29.64] What's up with that?
[01:30.79] Amateurs need a pro to call
[01:33.45] Read the manual, follow protocol
[01:36.84] I made it known, I don't know it all
[01:39.28] Found out money grows on trees when I mowed the lawn
[01:44.67] The manual
[01:47.55] The manual
[01:50.86] The manual
[01:53.96] Ah
[01:54.46] Ayo, talent's looking slim, guess the skeleton crew's working
[01:58.86] Disrupting the current, with a confused purpose-ly imperfect
[02:02.52] Electric fuse in a circuit
[02:04.29] Sacrifice rewarded in the afterlife, 72 virgins
[02:08.84] Please Lord, just let me in through the curtains
[02:11.35] You're trying to fit in and wore clown shoes to the circus
[02:14.95] A surplus of a fake shit the worthless immersed in
[02:18.48] No more elephant in the room curving
[02:20.93] Curvy features on my bitch, silhouette seductive
[02:24.03] Breaking bad habits, smoke cigarettes reluctant
[02:27.35] Revolution responses, contrarian-esque discussions
[02:31.20] Flights from Queens, getting neck in London
[02:33.68] Charlatans, hidden temple's in plain sight
[02:36.37] You Templetons, trapped in the web
[02:38.52] I might move to Charlotte
[02:40.43] You stay getting played, you're in love with the harlots
[02:43.22] Until you're rolled up in the carpet, stuffed under the armpit
[02:48.42] Darn it
[02:51.29]
[00:39.55] You could chalk it up as misunderstandings
[00:41.65] You're already outlined in chalk
[00:44.09] You're just a head nod, no need to open my mouth to talk
[00:47.47] Jacket patches like flat tire, I might head south and park
[00:51.36] Your raps is satire, you've been deflated
[00:53.57] In the hood, you hear backfires, rough idols that never made it
[00:57.66] The manual was missing several pages, they promote a cycle
[01:01.23] And if you're still breathing, God must like you
[01:04.02] Pressure under the cap, that's the subtitle
[01:07.15] I could extrapolate but I don't got Šµnough time to
[01:10.34] It's time to grow up and face it, you won't havŠµ time
[01:13.69] To sit and roll up, reminiscing about old times
[01:16.75] I'd rather watch paint dry than listen to you bitching
[01:20.49] You're trying to fit in but you don't fit your image
[01:23.23] I guess I'm too real, ran it up and I doubled back
[01:26.68] Your IQ's still not in the triple digits
[01:29.64] What's up with that?
[01:30.79] Amateurs need a pro to call
[01:33.45] Read the manual, follow protocol
[01:36.84] I made it known, I don't know it all
[01:39.28] Found out money grows on trees when I mowed the lawn
[01:44.67] The manual
[01:47.55] The manual
[01:50.86] The manual
[01:53.96] Ah
[01:54.46] Ayo, talent's looking slim, guess the skeleton crew's working
[01:58.86] Disrupting the current, with a confused purpose-ly imperfect
[02:02.52] Electric fuse in a circuit
[02:04.29] Sacrifice rewarded in the afterlife, 72 virgins
[02:08.84] Please Lord, just let me in through the curtains
[02:11.35] You're trying to fit in and wore clown shoes to the circus
[02:14.95] A surplus of a fake shit the worthless immersed in
[02:18.48] No more elephant in the room curving
[02:20.93] Curvy features on my bitch, silhouette seductive
[02:24.03] Breaking bad habits, smoke cigarettes reluctant
[02:27.35] Revolution responses, contrarian-esque discussions
[02:31.20] Flights from Queens, getting neck in London
[02:33.68] Charlatans, hidden temple's in plain sight
[02:36.37] You Templetons, trapped in the web
[02:38.52] I might move to Charlotte
[02:40.43] You stay getting played, you're in love with the harlots
[02:43.22] Until you're rolled up in the carpet, stuffed under the armpit
[02:48.42] Darn it
[02:51.29]