Braille Lyrics – Thorb
Singer: Thorb
Title: Braille
Yeah I don’t really care how they look [Ay
Feelin’ like I’m Mark Twain read em like a book [God
Wolfgang Puck, I be feelin like a cook [Cook
Throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook
Yeah I got em locked up when I ain’t never bail
Ya ain’t gotta see me to feel me, I’m like braille
Left ya bag open I don’t never like stale
Shawty don’t skate, but I think I might rail
Tony Hawk with the 900
Me I skate when I’m bored though
Prolly from a rich b#tch that only givin’ poor throat
Suicide beats like a Lamborghini door go
Go, stupid
Aerodynamic, no Cupid
Pass em in a drop top, roofless
I be campaigning, I’m presidential in all of this
But I ain’t tryna hop on this mother f#cker for politics
I be, rappin’ for dinero like Robby
Ride it while I smoke
Shake and bake, Rick Bobby
Balance on a high beam, I be a bit foggy
Issa gulag and I’m never kicked from this lobby ugh
And I don’t gotta write, they’ll defend that
I been kinda over ink like a pen cap
Man and I don’t wanna talk my sh#t
But a nurse on my balls, not to cough lil b#tch
I’m a good, criminal
Took it to the max, y’all minimal
Never took a sip of my pinnacle
Promise everybody I body it’s not cynical
It’s my bad I’m made in a lab I’m so clinical yuh
Better pop off
Yeah you like a hooker from Boston with lockjaw
Never got the chance for blowin’ the Sox off
Seen a lotta holes in defeat so I’m winnin’ with Crocs off, hey [Hey
Whatchu got [Whatchu got
Everything ya cook I don’t even need to touch to know it isn’t hot
I blew ya cover off, get a different pot
And welcome to my lane, pick a different spot
Yeah I don’t really care how they look [Ay
Feelin’ like I’m Mark Twain read em like a book [God
Wolfgang Puck, I be feelin like a cook [Cook
Throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook
Yeah I got em all day
Did this sh#t the hard way
Tell me that ya ride, but ya never in they car play
I just get ya Barbie
Hit her next door like the party
Think I’d let the fools ball, b#tch I ain’t a arcade nah
More like James Bond with a bomb
That’ll blow with the flow so these waters they ain’t calm
I be cookin’ up a picture Da Vinci don’t paint on
That’s coated in napalm, I don’t know what to say mom, but
Ya made like this
Guess it’s my genes we don’t make em like b#tch
Swear I got a shawty that don’t even like pics
Tell me that her left side’s better like Twix
Now she goin’
I don’t really care how they look [Ay
Feelin’ like I’m Mark Twain read em like a book [God
Wolfgang Puck, I be feelin like a cook [Cook
Throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook
Really got em
Really got em
Really got em
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