David Versis - Be More Fresh текст песни

Yeah, hahahaha
I know, everybody did this fucking beat
But Imma do it too
Just better
Alright, here I go

I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon
Imma blow soon, God willing
Kill'em once, cold as ice
Ressurect'em, kill'em twice
I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon
Imma blow soon, God willing
Fall back, homie ease up
Peace sign, V's up

I just bought a car, that I can't afford
It ain't a Honda but the Vandals move in one accord
They just window shoppers, baby check out what I got in store
I run that guitar shit, yeah bitch I struck a chord
Chilling with the Vandals blowing up like Roman candles
Hanging somewhere where it's sunny
Doing things you never know bitch
Show me the money
I'm like Jerry McGuire
Every girl that I desire says I got'em at hello
Well they got me at goodbye (why?)
Cause I ain't ever getting hitched to it
I don't feel myself (why?)
I'd rather let a bitch do it
In the backseat taking double tokes
Plus you know
I'm the North Space like a bubble coat
Fuck it though
Give me some room, homie watch me as I sing a song
I be looking at these rappers, I think everything is wrong
I see what they doing, they messing with my union
Just like Gabrielle, well my response is fucking bring it on
You know that I'm getting more paper, homie more stacks
Life ain't black and white but if it was then it's a Rorschach
Ten years, I'll be in your top ten
Getting blue balls, watch my chain and my watch man, God damn
You know that I'll be with the girl up in the tight dress
I ain't self-righteous, I am just right, yes
Baby bears porridge, pass the trees and the lightrice
Yeah my status good, but ain't nobody like this
Naw, they all busy just trying to get my face booked
In every single photo that they took, wait look
I'm eating for two like a bitch that's knocked up
And Imma Free Mason like Mase got locked up
Don't care what you say homie, you know I'm bout my paper
They aint wanna see me now, so I just tell'em see you later
And I'm hearing what they spitting, they're trying to be different
But if you got an opinion that just makes you a hater man
Fuck it I'm a hater too, I think that we all are
They are just clowns to me riding in a small car
Trying hard to fit in, bout to blow a piston
I can't be replaced my ass fits the seat that I sits in
They can't comprehend half of the shit that I be riskin'
Blao blao, yeah let the 40Cal Rip-Kin
You know that I'm in the cut like ripped skin
Running like a faucet baby, let that shit sink in
Yeah I'm a Vandal girl, but I am not from Idaho
Every day I Cannon-ball, ain't married to Mariah though
Yeah they are jumping in, they barely make a splash
They're clueless too, fucking Stacey Dash
These dudes are luke-warm, got a couple rules for 'em
Once she spread out, head out like a new born
They hating on Versis man, I must not be hearing right
Drinking Bloody Mary's and I'm looking in the mirror like

I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon
Imma blow soon, God willing
Kill'em once, cold as ice
Ressurect'em, kill'em twice
I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon
Imma blow soon, God willing
Fall back, homie ease up
Peace sign, V's up