Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Lyrics

[Intro] Rollin' up some paper Tobacco kills (Syringe) lotta people every year Landfill, shouts out to Landfill Landfill, Landfill Feed myself some porridge, like oatmeal Nah, what the fuck is porridge? I got the [?] Yeah, I got the [?] [?] with the new, new, new, new [?] [Verse 1] Rollin' up some paper Tobacco, see you later Always bad choices Drivin' around with a [?] Went to the store I felt so low till I got me that new coat [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] That's [?] Smokin' on the plants in the fields See how they [?] Railroad construction The 1880s was real Now we puttin' more gas out And the atmosphere was at our bow Sound like I'm crying With the machine's help Nigga, why you crying? The potatoes are frying Gotta wait till this microphone does its little crackle As it does and everything [Bridge] Hold on, hold on Nah, nah, nah, fuck that, I gotta loop the beat I don't know what it's gon' be, [?] But welcome to A Leaking Head V, we do cookouts on the side Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Syri-, Landfill, Syringe) It ain't Syringe, nigga, it's fuckin' Landfill [Verse 3] Strummin' the guitar but I don't know how to play And that's alright Wanted to beat the drums down every day Used to do that I put the shit in the paper Light it up and then savor Pegasus in the sky, wearing drapes with a cape, uh Fuck all of that cap rap shit Time to be emotional for a bit [?] paper Inhale then savor Pegasus in the sky, what a time to be alive Will I survive? You don't know that, neither do I I got a bunch of old [?] on the shelf Collecting more I miss all my project files It's on that shitty ass laptop [?] that no longer works [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] Imagine all these [?] flying through the window [?] out the window Waiting for my package, ay amigo [?] I wear glasses as to block the UV from the sun I ain't got no fucking sunscreen on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [?] But you know, welcome to a A Leaking Head V, man I'm telling you, everything off the top I ain't got no [?] for y'all Alright, onto the next track, buddy