get this gualla Lyrics

Yeah, differences with me that I actually go and do shit, yeah

Time is running out and soon you'll all meet at the root of this shit

You can't blame me, I've got no patience for the meager

They all hate me and I know why, cause they're weaker

They can't face me in like twenty different columns

They stand next to me and I make them look like golems

Yeah, look I got them moving faster

Marching to the music, they're just trying to avoid disaster

Yeah, yeah, fuck it broski, I don't got a master

Give me that degree and one day I'll show up a master

I'ma get so good at golf that I should be playing in the masters

I'm still a petty bastard, step on up and mash her

Two wins inside my nature, they're bigger than Fat Bastard

I just need to get this ball up

Neglecting all these birds, I'm not surprised when they don't holler

Yeah, on the goal, I'm focused like a scholar

But when I go to work, some days I still wear a collar

Yeah, it's fucking passing kale, who is he? Oh, he's a baller

Yeah, I'm one guy from the river, I hear that he comes around

I've got a music like Apollo, kill a thousand men with Keeley

They've been around a thousand years and they still wouldn't get close to me

She's lucky if I talk to her, I love her and her college

We're writing new philosophies, doing it for all of the men

And I don't care if they acknowledge it

Yeah, I'm doing it for the sea, don't even care if they all elusive

That just came inside the folder, that's just part of the whole mission

Moving with a double O out front of my own fucking name

Yeah, I got a bunch of power and a wide open league

She's counting me out, must be insane

Oh, what happened to her brain

Plenty of kids been blindfolded since before the aliens came

And I don't speak to broskies, they're too busy on career shit

I thought that was a mistake, didn't tell her because they fear me

She's lucky if I got shitty takes, so I do not keep them near me

I evolved out of shit, I learned lessons in the mix

Oh, push and kicks, I made a game, I am moving out of fate

You can't blame me, I've got no patience for the meager

They all hate me and I know why, cause they're weaker

They can't face me in like 20 different columns

Yeah, they stand next to me and I'll make them look like golems

Yeah, look I got them moving faster

Marching to the music, they're just trying to avoid disaster

Yeah, yeah, fuck a broski, I don't got a master

Don't give me that degree and one day I'll show up a master

I'ma get so good at golf that I should be playing in the Masters

I'm still a petty bastard and I'll make them do attention

I just need to get this guala