I’m a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
A rock star poppin’ rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now just rappin’ cop me a car
No tellin’, Connecticut felon, I GPS ’em
And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress ’em
I cardiac arrest ’em
With every studio session I’m killin’ ’em, no question
Webb’s back, better hold your breath when I’m rhyming homes
I murder beats, I’m Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I’m the dopest yet
And haters? I shrug ’em off until my f*cking shoulders sweat
I’m breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand, I’m the winner playing the Game of Thrones
F*ck beef, my rapping style’s filet mignon
Gettin’ drunk, f*ck yo’ driver, somebody take me home
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know that I should change, but I don’t really think I can
It’s just part of my nature %u2013 I never cracked, I never ran
The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting, that’s exactly who I am
And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
I’m buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherf*ckers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I ain’t saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin’ bang-bang sh#t
MAC-11s that we aim with
In other words, I’m rolling with the same clique I came with
I’m the sameness and f*ck being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I’m a real-life gangster that you ain’t seen in the movies
What I mean is I’m truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I’m that Boston crook
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the f*cking insulin from Wilford Brimley
“Diabetes,” rappers could never beat us
I been spittin’ sh#t like this since I was just a f*ckin’ fetus
Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
Rollin’ up the Diesel, I’m burning like Jim Rome
B*tch!
[Verse 4: Slaine]
Yeah, standin’ here’s a man with the past, the inspiration
For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
My paragaph’s insane, are futuristic pictures of the
Past from which I came
And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career’s a robbery that they could never scoop me from
[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine]
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
Take me home now b*tch
Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
Lanes ’cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
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