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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Rap
Wordsplayed
Wordsplayed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Songwriter
Gabriel Azucena
Gabriel Azucena
Songwriter
John Itiola
John Itiola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabriel Azucena
Gabriel Azucena
Producer

Lyrics

In my mind, you taste like a promise And I'll talk when we're honest I wear them in my eyes In my mind, the weapon's made to honor Are rusting in the armor And no one should be blind In my life The first, the last, I got the moves like Jag I'm cursed with swag, ain't nothin' worse than that That hurt, that tax, they tryna take like half Y'all TSA, get your hand up out of my bag Look, my dad, my dad, I still ain't call him back My pad, my pad, a pen bought me that Then I spaz, I spaz, in your comment section, I black My bad, my bad, my account must've got hacked Ay, I know you know you mad, I admit it, ay, yeah 'Cause I ain't text you back, but I tweeted, ay, yeah Yeah, my bro, I know that you had to see it 'Cause you send emoji faces all mad to my DM Look, your t-shirt got rock 'n' roll You don't listen no rock 'n' roll I'm 'bout peace like adios My shirt off, that's soccer goals Runnin' track, vámonos All Adidas on me Oh, you holier than thou? A'ight, tell Jesus on me (uh, yeah) Judo chop, judo, judo, judo chopstick, ay (yeah) Judo chop, judo, judo, judo dropkick, ay (yeah) Judo chop, then I judo, judo chopstick, ay Judo chop, then I judo, judo chop (chop) Ay, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi, lo-fi (that lo) Streets of L.A., baby, now you up on SoLa Johnny, I never ever sold my soul out Look like Eazy in that low-ride, yeah I'm first, I'm last, in Saint John, that mass My neck, my back, I put 'preme on that My wrist, that wrist, let's make something compact My tape, my tape, let's turn that to a plaque (okay) My bape, that bape, I'm goin' ape on this track (keep going) My wave, my wave, you can't surf on that (keep going) Behave, behave, boy, don't you know that you black? (Alright) Okay, I will, when white Jesus come back Alright, I took the mark of the hype beast Mob with my bro like I'm Isley Chances I quit are unlikely I leave the mic on a IV Stood with the league like it's Ivy Let 'em decide, that's O'Reilly Up on the five in the five speed I pull away if they try me (yeah) Judo chop, judo, judo, judo chopstick, ay (yeah) Judo chop, judo, judo, judo dropkick, ay (yeah) Judo chop, then I judo, judo chopstick, ay (ay, ay) Judo, judo chop (chop) In my mind, the weapon's made to honor A rusting in the armor And no one should be blind In my life They're crazy Ay, judo Judo my chop Judo chop, chop Please clap
Writer(s): Gabriel Azucena, Andrew Mineo, John Itiola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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