DESCRIPTION:
^JfRo^ ft. C-Flo - Carwash


(Lyrics)

i work up at the carwash in austin holiday ford, and my bars are a weapon like im fightin with swords watch the megazord form when my team and i collaborate, break it down so nicely on a track you wanna masterbate, trap town mn when i hit the stage austin minnesota helped create me mate born n raised, plus my life experience and parents and the choices that ive made every time i misbehave and lose it all i learn a lesson to make me greater in the long run im on one im on two im one three stogies and im focusin adhd makes it hard to concentrate without hittin the concentrated reefer that im smokin when im flowin this, ayye my girl sent me a picture and i opened it and and instantly i knew what type of night was unfoldin its a blessing to be livin today so lets celebrate and live inside the moment we create and just keep your mind open for me

I work up at the trap house in austin, 40 bucks for a quarter, I ain't ever gave a fuck so tell your fuckin' recorder, tell the courts and reporters, that I'm absorbed with disorders, and that I'm crazy and duranged and I resort to these orders, I'm more than, what you think, or what you thought, or what I'm sayin' now.. I'll pull out the biscuits then I'll get your gravy sprayin' out, or I'll spit the shit so sick and wicked, bitches layin' down, maybe you should save it cuz it's crazy how I make it sound, stupid bitches and that's just the half of it, if you wanna half you have to patch it up and ask for it, if it's acid imma have to stack it up and mattress it, if it's twack I'll pack it up and smash it cuz I mastered it, all these corny fuckboys tryna rap way below average, imma savage imma take your bitch then imma ravage it, you soundin just like corned beef cabbage up on the track you spit, you don't even have to ask my dad, because I captured it, plasterin' raps up on my laptop cuz I'm accurate, no collaboration on a track because your whack as shit, I'm the devils advocate, sin in which I'm attracting in, n you're attracted in because of all this fuckin' cash that I spend, and ain't that some motherfuckin shit dude, you're judgin me but you don't know what the fuck I been through, every line I write is so difficult and so simple, but you don't even listen cuz you're bitchin' about that crystal, somedays I feel like I need a motherfuckin pistol, crossin every name up off this motherfuckin list dude, then I'll run around this town claimin that all this shit's cool, even though most of you know I got a fuckin fist full, you bitches never knew me and it's evident, really I'm serious cuz you bitches think I'm heaven sent, I made this 507 shit, you know I'm fuckin' reppin' it and if you thinkin' otherwise you better get to steppin bitch