BooG!

(chorus 1 )
Look at all the different faces
Look at all the different places
That you go with your emotions
Man you know you on some hoe shit
Look at how the dirty the space is
Look how you act when I'm pacing
Then I hop out on some more shit
Sail my spirit cross the oceans

(verse 1)
Can’t you just be more direct
Speak to me how you speak to me in texts
Speak to me how you'd speak to me if we was alone in our zone pregamin for sex
Foot on they necks
How could I let up?
This where you led me now you got me fed up
I'm aiming for everything () from the leg up
Can’t let the competition get ahead of him
Elevated, melanated, mistreated
The odds against me, fore I die gotta beat it
All in the sky, so my dreams ain't defeated
They got room to fly, even when I'm backseated
And when I'm back heated, I'm flamin you up
No love for you weightlifters faking the funk
Claimin there's honor in all of ya killings
Claimin they friends and they care bout ya feelings
Claimin like karma ain't realer then real
Realer then pain in ya vein, can you heal?
Who gon be the glue once you ya crack seal?
The cup runneth over, and it's still gettin filled
Too sticky to spill
I just wanna build
Adjust all my functions, start wit the man in the mirror
Wipin my crystals till they crystal clear
Focused on cleanin my spirit
Can’t have you pollutin the air
(chorus 1)
Look at all the different faces
Look at all the different places
That you go with your emotions
Man you know you on some hoe shit
Look at how the dirty the space is
Look how you act when I’m pacing
Then I hop out on some more shit
Sail my spirit cross the oceans

$kinny-ba$tard x BooG!

(chorus 2)
Look at all the different faces
Look at all the different places
That you go with your emotions
Man you know you on some hoe shit
Look at how the dirty the space is
Look how you act when I'm pacing
Then I hop out on some more shit
Sail my spirit cross the oceans

$kinny-ba$tard

(verse 2 )
How could I not hear you out
Ain’t like I don't try but my stomach is louder
I play a dummy then crash on the couch
I play a dummy and I might be but I still I might have a
Hunch hardy har hardy brother or
My blood brother mr booger
Undercover hunt for treasure we mapping it out
Met a southern something something humming maxwell good will hunting
College route that's the goal
Told her I was from the city
Say she grew up rural
To a n***a like me that sound cruel
I figure the least that I need is a cta pass for the week
Just to shoot up the street
Toting a book in a bag I don't use I don’t read
I just sleep and I eat I'mu a mess like
I adjusted and just when I thought that I had it some more shit is piling a heap
I put my hand in the fire and told you to turn up the heat
I found a 20 dollar bill on the bus somebody looking out at least up the street I lost it walking is that one on them or myself or this hole in my jeans and the devil would wink and my mood it would sink like a ship in the sea
$kinny-ba$tard x BooG!

(chorus 2)
Look at all the different faces
Look at all the different places
That you go with your emotions
Man you know you on some hoe shit
Look at how the dirty the space is
Look how you act when I'm pacing
Then I hop out on some more shit
Sail my spirit cross the oceans