DESCRIPTION:
This week's song, Subaru. This is fun.
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DOWNLOAD LINK: https://soundcloud.com/clarkkmusic7/subaru-clark-k

Thanks to L.E.N. Beats for the instrumental. I do not intend on making money off of this.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1] (0:23)
Shit must be new to you
Motherfucker pulling up in a Subaru
Duck duck, playing games never picking you
Goose on 'em like gas and a swift pass get a gas mask
Fast Trak bay area
We're just hoping that somebody stares at us
Getting cash like the bread man bake it up
AII

Man nobody gives a fuck
Everybody fall asleep, like it's coffee in the weak
Should be simple but you weak, like I got the shit you need
This the flow you really seek, shit's wet, like you're fixing up a leak

No need to take your seat
I need peace
I need sleep
Going crazy spilling ink
Ten thousand feet man, I flow too steep

I'm a double edged sword
Flow me, like some shit you never heard
Write it on the blackboard
Take a hit and flow some more

What you think we been here for?
Chop it up, trap beat, that heat
Won't pass me, driving too fast, we
Got a motherfucking bong in the backseat
Strong high, long-lasting
Underground, outdoor, shit don't tax me

Got no drop top,
Get a sawed off
And blow that motherfucker top off
This real shit like we been Witt
Lowry inspired me to make music
If you got a problem better run it back
Matter fact put it on a track

Man I'm chill, just playing pong in the back
Wait a minute, can I get a re-rack?
Never mind we'll just win like that

Swoosh, with the ball in the cup man shut the fuck up
You down on your luck?

Man I'm so drunk and high
I swear I musta drank the weed and smoked the Skyy

When a rich bitch end up flipping her shit you listen to this, might end up Draking a diss, with pain on your lips, but spitting hard shit, until the beat come in like this

[Verse 2] (1:47)
Shit must be new to you
Motherfucker pulling up in a Subaru
Who brought deja vu?
That's what deja do to you
Who you need to prove it to?
Sneeze like achoo, got the flu
You got the virus
Miley Cyrus
Rap random names cause that shit sells like bibles
By that I make Christ my rival

This rap is a sin, going in
First to hell, gonna win
Better hope they let me in
Let me in, let me in
Nobody hearing me again

Who are you, Blues Clues
Coming to attack with the stance of a Subaru
Off-road, 4 wheel, and buying bigger than Costco Wholesale
Sample every meal even though I’m doing well
Got the rap locked down, in a motherfucking cell
Talking to much, Alexander Graham Bell
Talking bout “I don’t wanna go to hell”

Well I don’t give a fuck what do or don’t want
Back the dump truck up, that’s your girl dawg
That bitch cutting of blood like a tourniquet
Magikarp splash and get ‘em wet
Gyarados in your girl’s bed
Horseman on Halloween but she give me hella head

Right here? This a rap
What you got, shit’s whack
Like the crack of a baseball bat
Playing two games at once
Hitting homeruns and a QB sack
Sit back, relax, have a snack
Man you’ve been overlapped
Too fast, take a nap
Man I wrote this high as fuck
I’m good off that


2:54
it's a long song, all wrong
You can't see man, like I got my brights on
Wait the suns up man, I got my shine on
It hella seems like you must live in Hong kong
Annoying like can we just get along long?
Shut yo bitch ass up hit this perculated bong bong
Wrong song, we on, flow cold like a Taun Taun
Ice burn on your tongue tongue

Going to higher levels
Elevated metals
That's periodic trebles
A stormtrooper's death bed makes me a rebel
I'll never settle
Dirty with the force, like a Jedi devil

Ahead of my time like daylight savings
Don’t bow to Hades, or you might get rabies
And always treat your rabies, vaccines
We don’t want no births from virgin ladies
YA