Paper Monster ft. Keelay & OEN Lyrics

Is he gifted, it's a given

Shit, fit to make decisions

As if he makes a living from lifting heavy weights

Not quick to shift the vision

His circle stays small even taking into account

The six degrees of Kevin Bac'

This bass down to earth, let it quake

Leave the beat in mint condition

Ya'll must be drinking, finish that Colt 45

Pistol whip your liver

Need it clear I'll make it crystal

Vodka with a spritzer

Strong arm needed for you to get the bigger picture

From little whispers to screaming fans

Rumblings in the basement to circulation just like ceiling fans

These words making me believe again

Harder to barter ponder me longer

Wander smarter, posture proper

Paper monster, mache'd larger

Fakest problems, pasted in conscious

Cannabis activist I ran for the medicine

Couldn't walk in my shoes, or preach my platform

Shouldn't mock me too, I'll reach back for 'em

Wouldn't block the chew,

I Change form per form each take I transform

Wave for 'em in time with the waveform uniform free form life form obvious hot as operation desert storm you wanted more I got more for sure

money from songs with notes low, flat bread, that's fantastic

high on songs, sharp cheddar, rap sandwich

Got no problem burning bridges I never needed

We'll cross paths again if it was meant, better believe it

Compelled to say I was birthed in heaven

Only turns to hell if you let it

I'm hoping to forget those lessons, lessons

Learn to dwell in homes and not the past

Despite what we lack

Can't distract from the fun we've had

Making money back

Solely from the gas

Just like a rebate on propane

These flames came straight from names Keelay and OJ

We creating til old age

Our fate is unwavering

Our place is Washington or Waverly

Bros like Russo

Who else do you know

Could go down the field in two throws

Maybe OJ with the juice tho

Never pressed no matter where you go

Never late, I'm on the clock like Hugo

Big dreams, all problems are minuto

Maneuver through em in UNO

Going ham call me Prosciutto

Fine Cuts, this shits true gold

Very raw, I'm smoking but I set the cruise tho

Hear me now like, who do you know?