On and On (Explicit)歌词-Zero Tep&f-ether

On and On (Explicit)歌词由Zero Tep&f-ether演唱，出自专辑《Tell Me I’m Not Crazy (Explicit)》，下面是《On and On (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

On and On (Explicit)歌词完整版

(Short short short) shorts with the beanie

The boots with the Fiji

The type of outfit that says I want you to feed me

(Beat beat beat) Beat me at Tetris

(Box box box) Box chain necklace

Sit on my face, reading books on ethics

Seeing what he benches, give him more attention

Money, money, Maserati, when he purrs you listen

Making smart investments all the way to the bank

In a three week stink and they can’t say a thing

And when I get on the beat, beat

Well they know how it goes

And when I get on the $$ $$

Well you know how that goes

I got a rocket full of microtonal overgrowing flow mitosis

Drop it in your pocket, overdose it till you hit the coast and

Boom, lock it, fill it, curl it, find me all up in your

Room, $$ $$ on repeat until we reachin' certain

Doom, I don't like it when they call me new or fresh, I'm just

Rude, and if you wanna catch me catch me dancing in the nude

Cuz boy I try to forget

And maybe cop me a pack

Or maybe get some new kicks

Or maybe cop some new wax

And if my friends call up,

I might be tryna relax

Then I gotta cop more just to deal with the

Stresssssss

I got problems and more

I got ghosts in the back

Got a bruise on my soul

I got shows to prep, guests to vet, cash to get, and the day ain’t even over yet

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I’m reading my to-do list

That’s like 8-miles long,

Can’t touch this hot coffee pot

That I poured into this song

Awful or not,

This ballpoint’s all that I got,

Blowing black ink across the page

Like a juul cephalopod

I’m done with transcripts;

Im overseas

Shootin like a deuce-deuce

While givin him bofa deez

I got him in a jock but

Ya’ll just jockin my steeze,

Can’t hear the shit that you talk

But I can smell it in the breeze

This that new sound, the way the bass blows

The people on the ground with the proper angle

The funk that flip fast, the style that slip past

The foreign and backyard together at last

Like, I’m an auditory nomad

A border zone man, DJ No Dad,

Breeding beats, cytoplasmic vocab

Surrogate speakers, nuclear low jab

Folks at Channel 8 tryna send a broadcast

Yokels at the bar tryna catch a few hands

But all I know is I’m just tryna catch a few men

A bottle of liquor, and a ride to the north end

Some calisthenics and some hearty wheat bread

Some almond milk coffee and some decently good head

Staying healthy, getting a new bed

So I sleep just fine after I fuck your dad, bitch