March Madness (Explicit)歌词-WellRounded

March Madness (Explicit)歌词由WellRounded演唱，出自专辑《Wrote This In My Sleep (Explicit)》，下面是《March Madness (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

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I’m out there looking for some more commercial success

Dowling out rolls cus I balanced the budget

Damn the games like chicks cold can’t get them to undress

Shit show Sunday service and everyone’s a hungover mess

You got Russian troops ready to do whatever the prez says

And the only way to get us out of this mess listen to the pastor

God bless

If I had cheese stacks upon cheese stacks would you still be impressed?

Grew up on Wu tang so you fall every time we shadow box

Or any time we play chess

I’m not a Musician not a producer na not a rapper

I’m a lyricist and God tells his friends I’m one of the best yet

Hard like every track on this album wrote this in my sleep

Don’t be surprised if you laid up in the hospital down to your last beep

Picked up some new green then I smoked the whole heap

Down to my last keif

As the world turns I wonder what’s buried deep beneath

I speak so pristine most rappers are left with out a speech

I serve these M.C’s a bullshit sundae

I’ll never be finished no not one day

I might take breaks

But when there’s this much at stake

The only thing I can do is continue to rhyme great

So next time WellRounded is in town don’t be late

I’ll put on the show stoping show with no debates

Take away my roundedness and I’m ahh just as well

I’m a wizard on stage cast a spell

On some now you see me now you don’t shit

Started out as just a poet

Morphed into a freestyle battle rapper

Late twenties became the storyteller

A hip hop head kind of a backpacker

And now a pure lyricist & my only interest is in bars and bangers

Down a lonely road only making songs for strangers

Remember Jr. high I was that guy rocking kakis and a pager

Now I write lines in the notes app on my iPhone 11 far from a teenager

Fuck I got stacks of note books filled with rhymes

Those were the good old days pens to page

The worlds gone mad nowadays it’s just as strange

I don’t give a shit about my age

I’m a write way beyond the grave

I call my homie finger prince

Cus he got his finger prince all over the game

While I’m balls deep in this bitch sipping champagne

I was baptized in Hip-Hop while you late the game

Everyone’s gone home by the time you hit the stage