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MORRISSEY

Hit‐Boy
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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In the first round Left hook caught him that time, though That round at the rack- Oh! A big right hand Down goes the former champion Uh, uh, uh Still living comfortable (yo) Uh-huh I'm out here What up? On your marks, get set Rev the engines Toured across the globe More than 27 missions Money made out of plastic No way to rip it Soon as the wire made a connection, I made a visit Sippin' espresso with the pinky out Run in the shop And blow everything in the bank account (yeah, gimme that) You'll never see these anywhere again I'm in the sneaky bag My watch pocket got a spare ten I promised my mama I would excel Thirty summers in the dungeon and roses I couldn't smell Heaven's gate, spirits lifted me over I would've fell (but look it now) Open instrumentals I cast a shadow and throw a spell I do sorcery I'm just lettin' off the Porsche steam Your money dried up like a creek I got a forest stream Meat and potatoes I don't do much chorusing (uh) Gave me the penthouse 'Cause they thought that I was Morrissey (Yeah, that's me, good lookin' out) These are actual events Life's a movie and it's packed full of suspense I pick a wall and place my back for the defense Fate throw the rock, then shake it back with the finesse (yeah, yeah) Professor handle Spread love like a scented candle They'll never learn until you set example Release the animals from the bull pens and let 'em trample Hide all the records from this maniac Don't let him sample It's black and white just like the keys on a grand piano Cheese on my head but the field that we in isn't Lambeau I vow to stay ten toes 'til the day that I plateau Private meetings at Mastro's I'm suited up like Sopranos That's not a drill We set for life off creative thoughts Watchin' my old interviews Hate how I came across I'm either too humble or think they can't fuck with me Warrior spirit like I grew up in Dove City The universe had decided who couldn't come with me If being solid a crime, I admit it I'm guilty (guilty, guilty)