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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heyoka
Heyoka
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Big Crow
Timothy Big Crow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bliv Beats
Bliv Beats
Producer
Katie Dwyer
Katie Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

Lyrical content
It’s nonsense
Im god sent
Same day delivery
Is all you get from me
Unmixed singles
Underneath the Christmas tree
(Santa?)
So I
Made tracks
So laid back
A late tap
I hate that
I made that
Record a stem
Reports again
Remorse or sin
Pours more again (Morgan)
Roars like MGM (Roar)
Bumpin Eminem in his Ford Taurus again
Relaxin
Bumpin Relapse And
Till I Collapse
Bonnie and Clyde
5’9” or Tech 9
Mac Miller or Enkay47
Revolver or a 9
Shot today
Rose back from the grave
Too much to say
Rollin up a fat one
(Exhales)
Just relaxin
Dropping tracks after tracks
After tracks after tracks after tracks
After tracks after tracks after tracks
Haters keep on laughing
Don’t bother me mutha fucka I’m rappin
Got more bread
Than you’ll ever have man
Doing what I love the most
And
I stand by every fuckin record
Freestyles or written
Man
I’m on a misson
Poles are fishin
Hoes I’m missin
Suppose I’m lit man
Eyes so clapped shut
Eyelids touch
My cheeks bruh
Gas carts
Fast cars
Guitar
Spits bars
Building White Castles
Harold and Kumar
Too far I stretch
Mr Fantastic
A percent of a percent
Give me 1%
Of what I’m puttin in
My time and bread
Be more than you make in a year
Tossed this dough for fuckin years
Captain Jack
Solutes that
Pops his back
Spits to that
He hits each clack
Record it back
Ad the ad-
Libs in a crib
Owns all his shit
Pays no more rent
Raises are spent
Instrumentals again
A license my friend
All my songs
Were bought local
All my rhymes
Are bad vocals
Mastering tracks
Man thats what I gotta do
Lyrical content today
I will shoot
Former exs on my shit list
Told my story
Lords my witness
Psychopathic
Ratchet bitches
Up in my DMs with they friends
Sayin that shit never happen to them
Never said a name
So why are you mad again?
Reacting at Tim
Guess their guilty
They want their 10 days of fame
So Tim man
He’s just chucking grenades
All over the place
I researched your face
I wrote down your plates
Addressing the issues
Dropping names!
Out of the way!
Too much to say!
Primarys scary
Save that one for Hayden
Secodarys enough to do him dirty
Headshots so
(What?)
Scary
Curving the bullet
Westley Gibson
Climbing up
Combing his mullet
Scarlett Johansen
An arrow I pull it
Straight in the sky
Complaints I know why
You try and you try and try
To scrape on by
Minimum wage shit
Stuck in mamas basement
Wifi cause you ain’t got a rate plan
Erupt in ya mommas mutha fuckin face man
So I
Do a hand stand
Call it Head over heals
Giving me dome better than
Your ex girlfriend
Fuck foreplay
Give me fuckin rollerblades
Figuring 8
Pussies don’t play
MEOW
Heyokas TA
OG
Spell it backwards thats me
Oh he
Heard me rockin the house
From the downstairs
Heard me creating new childs
Love affairs
Slaps harder than a step father
If ya interrupt
Punishes his foes like a fuckin God Fatha
Rushes to show with a semi auta
Matically thinkin
Tims mizzin
Tims drizzin
Tims drinkin
Tims thinking
Tims whinning
Tims dreaming
Tims hilarious
Couped up Native
In the studio
Chasing a dream
He ain’t
Chasing a thing
Still bobbin your head
I’m just doing thing
Floating around with his pen
No rust
NO!
Hes stainless steel
You must
Entertain this wheel
I’m rolling up phat
On a big wheel
Little tikes
Homie sit still
While I
Disrespect this track
With a pen and a pad
Jump off my dick
If your on the rag
Stupid dumb prick
The lights red
Aye
Fuck it
Lubrication
In ya guts
Like a heart surgeon
Man
Fuck it heart surgeon
Written by: Timothy Big Crow
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