Agape Lyrics

Whiff trophy songs are about me talking shit on ya mow

Then coming with that kind of thing

Forgot about what i was gonna sing about anyway

Let's see if it comes back to me

Not yet

But the jams ain't bad

Shut up I'm trying to be cool

You acting like a fool, embarrassing me

Oh, your hair's falling out

Heresy, you're coming down

You ain't the king of me anymore

You 'bout to rap on this one again, shit

I was gonna write something down and sing it

Do you like to hear my singing voice

Sounds like a mole sticking it's nose out of the ground in the night time

Confess, sniff the fresh flower in the summer

Oh man, spring's over, bummer

The girls got them titties out, ah

Just try to think about something else to sing about

Why you always singing about titties

Cause so pretty

Fuck man yeah don't even ask why I'm singing about titties, man

It's bullshit come back to me yeah

Course you know why I'm singing about titties

Kiss em, fuck em, i don't care

I just wanna have a fun life

Kiss em, fuck em, i don't care

I just wanna have a fun life

Yo this about to be the last time

I do one of these jawns with the layered multiple layers of mumble

Been humbled by the inanity of my 30's

In my 20's in many ways i was just useless

But that begs the question don't it

Maybe it was enough just giving the girl the ghost

Words in the midnight hour

And gone by the time she's eating toast lonely

Running home alone and drunk off the lie that my dad was gonna visit early

I had some things to say, but she only wanted my body

Who am i to write the song the world needs

Kiss em, fuck em, i don't care

I just wanna have a fun life

Who am i to write the song the world needs

People try to tell us we're different

I'm sorry but i don't see it

And i don't think i have my head buried in the sand

I mean who would,

But I'm getting good at this

Putting the verbal wood down

Don't frown and assume I'm just gonna goo on a freestyle

Shoot shoot

Hooped your basket from downtown

Left two points on your nightgown

And a long slobbery stain on your gym shorts, girl

Oh lord there he go again

Why your socks so crusty

This dude ugly in his heart of hearts

It's like his gramma got a private camera in my dorm

Seen everything i only kept hidden for a decade

Grew up realized you good in the pool too

Wasn't as cool as i thought it was then

But then it also was too

Amazed i was able to keep knocking boots

But i could do with a lot more booty clapping it

If i wasn't too busy laying down purvey tracks on the wax

Study rhyming dude

Got a floppy wiener

My girl calls me "droopy"

It's a term of endearment

She like to bite on my bone like a dog toy

Just let the molars feel a little resistance without that fake gum flavor and the other Dudes don't know her proclivities well enough yet

But they still getting that clit wet

Bitch ain't dead

Shit

Freestyle

Prove it

I'm gonna put my goo onto the next track

Verse

Kiss em, fuck em, i don't care

Lying, I'm just trying to encourage you

Truth is i just want you

To have a fun life

Whiff trophy 'goin on forever

Even when the playa out

Deader than Spector

More sober than a man wielding a gun around