🎵 Descend (Revised Edition) // by ft-rj

1 ContributorDescend (Revised Edition) Lyrics Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called fuck beans Come on and slam, and welcome to the jam (Meme machine, meme machine, I'm a motherfucking meme machine) Come on and slam, if you wanna jam (Meme machine, meme machine, without memes, I will die) Somebody once told mе the world is gonna roll me (Uh-huh) I ain't the sharpеst tool in the shed (Uh-huh) She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb (Hey, you, whatcha gonna do? (Uh-huh)) In the shape of an "L" on her forehead (Hey, you, whatcha gonna do? Hey, you, whatcha gonna do? (Uh-huh)) Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Damn gon' give it to ya (What?) Fuck waitin' for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya (Uh) Knock-knock, open up the door, it's real With the non-stop pop-pop from stainless steel Go hard, gettin' busy with it (Ooh) But I got such a good heart that I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it (Yeah) Damn right, and I'll do it again (Yeah) 'Cause I am light so I gots to win (Uh, uh, uh) Break bread with the enemy (What?) No matter how many cats I break bread with, I'll break who you sendin' me (Yeah) You motherfuckers never wanted nothin' but your life saved (Uh) Bitch, and that's on a light day (Give up) I'm gettin' down (Down) like a nigga said "Freeze" (Uh) But won't be the one endin' up on his knees Bitch please, (Come on) if the only thing you cats did Was came out to play, stay out my way I'm thinking of a number between my buttocks Do you know what it is? It's my credit score, and it happens to be seven hundred and twenty The higher my credit score, the better chance I have of saving a lot of money I'm thinking of a number; between four hundred and fifty and eight fifty (Oppa Gangnam Style) Do you know what it is? (Op, op-op-op) It happens to be seven hundred and twenty, which is my free credit score (Tak—, 'k-'kyon) (Oppa Gangnam Style) This number is between my buttocks (Oh, shit, I'm feelin' it, Takyon) This number, I am thinking, is between four hundred and fifty and eight fifty (Hell, yeah, fuck, yeah, I feel like killin' it, Takyon) The higher this number it is, the better chance I have at saving a lot of money (Alright, that's tight, what it's like to experience Takyon) But the number is between my buttocks! Do you know what number it is? It happens to be between four fifty and eight fifty, and the number is between my- (Eh, sexy lady) (Op, op-op-op) [Static] His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy (Big dirty stinking bass) There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti (Dirty stinking bass) He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready (Big dirty stinking bass) To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting (Dirty dirty stinking) What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud (Big dirty stinking bass) He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out (Dirty stinking bass) He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now (Big dirty stinking bass) The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't Come on ladies Come on ladies One pound fish Have a, have a look, one pound fish Have a, have a look, one pound fish Money on my motherfucking mind Cop five haircuts at the same time (OOOOOOH) White gold pants, Jet Ski made of Yuan [?] Foie gras bust of Albert Einstein [?] Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Move Black girls 'cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be runnin’ PETA (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) In Adidas, with some short shorts, B-O-O all over me (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) (Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll) My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) (Watch me crank that Soulja Boy, then Superman that ho) This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kogi beef (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) My dick is like an accent mark, it's all about the over E's (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH) Todokete setsuna sa ni wa Namae wo tsukeyou ka "Snow halation" Omoi ga kasanaru made matezu ni Kuyashii kedo sukitte junjou Binetsu no naka tameratte mo dame da ne Tobikomu yuuki ni sansei mamonaku start!