Bonsai Lyrics – Missing Texture
Singer: Missing Texture
Title: Bonsai
Aye, bumpin’ off a bean, and yeah i’m talking dopamine
I’m logging off of twitter ‘fore my b#tches try to cancel me
And yes she’s wantin’ all of me, so i’mma give her sodomy
And flatten out the place like my name was f#cking king dedede
Record it on a dvd, release it under missing t and make it free
So that way all my fans can find it easily, and feasibly-
Codeine and i came up from the sticks sh#t, so when we link up it’s real recognize real b#tch
And that’s another hoe, baby girl i gotta go
Y’all hit mе up and it’s like i’m playin f#ckin’ whack a mole
And let’s keep it on thе record, i could off myself at any minute matter fact i almost did it, but my momma called me talking ’bout her day and sh#t so after a few minutes of it i recalled i wasn’t lame
So mother f#cker no we aren’t the same, aye, aye, aye-
m#th*rf#ck*r no we aren’t the same, lil b#tch
I’m a pink and black checkerboard, no it’s not a metaphor
The source of my contentment turned out to be just a couple wh#res
Zant a couple broads, now they swallow up my kids therefore
I had to make a follow up before i got bored like
“damn dude, i mean not you, the absolute freshest-“
Marquee on my back- let me reiterate the premise
White boy, nice flow, a couple dollars to blow
And lately i been havin’ problems like my sugar is low
So my crew walked in looking super-duper vicious (yo)
Ice in my veins, i ain’t even gotta finish (ho)
Oh you got a bad b#tch? let me go and get it
Hold up i’mma take it slow, it’ll be more than a minute
Like yeah maybe 10, maybe 20 or more
I got a dozen bad b#tches lining up at the door
And that’s no exaggeration homie, dozen or more
Woke up the next morning and a dozen were scored
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That’s the premise of the joke though, you know, like…
I set it up and i said i had sex with
Twelve different women in one night
Aye, what you waitin’ for?
Homie what i pay you for?
Hold the camera still so i can properly exert my force
I’mma punch a hole in yo chest, you want the smoke kid?
Pull up, left-right left-right, i got you bent b#tch, aye
Gamecube days, they got me lit up, uh
Nostalgia forms a suit, we playing dress up, aye
Thirsty #ss hoes, we finna drink up
Cause i ain’t been the same ever since the f#cking break up
Man if i die young, i hope you did your research
Don’t put my ugly mug on the front of a t shirt
If i made my own music, if i made my own games
If i made my own art, then i made my own way
All i need or want is a f#ckin’ legacy son
And creativity is a gun and my mind is the opus
And i never felt better than back when i dropped “bogus!”
So shut the f#ck up and let me talk myself through this-
Aye, back to the basics where i like to be
Any deeper than the surface and i’m bound to bleed, yo
My head is pounding, damn, i need room to breathe, though
My brain is pushin’ on me like a bonsai tree
I make music about my own mind you see
Mix it up with different sh#t all promiscuously, though
My head is pounding, i need room to breathe, bro
My brain is pushing on me like a bonsai tree, damn-
Ayo, i shut sh#t down like a pandemic real quick
Lowkey annoyed with all the b#tches on my dick
And i cant stand f#ckers that just label me a prick
Im a realist, one that will paytas you with this candlestick
I don’t know what you heard or what you been told
Promise i’m a cool guy underneath all of my showboat
But if you distract me from my federal reserve notes
I might have to touch your hoe, bro, and go ghost
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