a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de your boy elroy - haf n' haf

[intro]
is this thing on..?
aight..

[verse]
this is merely a mic testin’, don’t care if you’re feelin’ me
i’ve been takin’ rare life lessons in humility
and i’ve been makin’ moves just to prove my affinity
for music infused with a few smooth similes

(you’re too jittery..) time to get mellow
feel inclined to recline while i rhyme to this cello
let your mood settle, chill like cool kettles
maybe have a lil screw like hublot bezels
whatever floats your boat just don’t tip
i’ve been making waves from coast to coast with no ship
on the track i’m the dopest locomotive
gotta blow just to show i’m so explosive
mm mm, not isis, half black dynamite
no nitrous, last laugh kinda type
flat -ss, china-white l-ss tryna ride my bike
but no sir, can’t swerve with no curves
rather eat cold flapjacks with no syrup
swear i’m no pig, i’m actually kosher
if she juicy as a fig & natty-grown sure
i’ma make her come first, i’m serving hors d’oeuvres

[hook]
so nasty but your boy’s cl-ssy
smooth, light dude with the fro so nappy
ragtime rhymes & a flow so jazzy
who’s that cat who raps? the name’s haffy
ouuuu, let the keys drop
cool with the bebop
new jack swinging with baboons in the tree tops
this the type of groove you ain’t used to from t dot
la da da da da da daaaaaa

[verse]
my sixteens are mixed greens in tempura
my ball sack is all br-ss like ten tubas
gautama honor roll flow, i’ma zen schooler
tap into nirvana while i’m rhymin’ just to check buddha
ayo siddhartha, i’m tryna stay awoken
but my tunes are gettin’ slept on even if my tracks are potent
i’m bleeding soul & p-ssion into every single sonnet
yet i can’t tell if these yachtys are r-t-rded or ironic
(just breathe n-gg-) back to meditation
i’m on the road to greatness but its slow & i need patience
(happy thoughts) i’m lackin’ dedication
i should be doing open mics but i’ve been chasing paychecks
shiiit, just the way life is
i’m tryna live life well, well it ain’t priceless
you keep dreams to yourself & they’re just ideas
i turn my goals into soul tunes you just might hear

[hook}
so nasty but your boy’s cl-ssy
smooth, light dude with the fro so nappy
ragtime rhymes & a flow so jazzy
who’s that cat who raps? the name’s haffy
ouuuu, let the keys drop
cool with the bebop
new jack swinging with baboons in the tree tops
this the type of groove you ain’t used to from t dot
la da da da da da daaaaaa

[verse]
i got a thundercloud floatin’ over top of my head
cuz i’ve been underground, never was the popular kid
they always loved my sound, never had a problem with it
but i was in my own world like an oculus rift
sometimes i’m awkward as sh-t, but that’s what keeps me human
never phoned home though i’m e.t. with the music
never blowing smoke, ‘less i’m chiefing on a cuban
never felt alone, i’m gogeta with the fusion
sonning youts like gotenks with no taste
i want truth not gold chains, no thanks
i roll two then blow dank, my coat stanks
he want an audi, but for now he got four rings
new school sorta jazz type
i was at the reservoir lounge couple past nights
finance district downtown, got five on the cover
don’t slide if you a jive motherf-cker

- haf n haf

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS