Hardaway Lyrics

Shooting half court fadeaways

Prince in a purple haze

Dom mysterio this is the judgement day

But you don't listen to the god that's trying talk to you

You too busy trying drown in my undie juice

Good thing I got a high class washer and dryer

A couple trained assassins that I tried to hire

You on the wrong end of flying ninja stars

Swimming with barracudas they tried to eat my heart

But you just can't tear it up like it's the Backstreet Boys

To fall asleep I listen to construction noise

wanna be on the right side of the jackhammer

Goldberg in a roid rage night in the slammer

Gliding in the blue paint like penny Hardaway

Flirting with the cashiers at local cafes

They say my style of doing things is passe

The plane lands in 10 minutes no time for foreplay

I've been goin mile high

While eatin crown fried

I'm Tired of inhaling all the pesticides

Addicted to flavors and cheap plastic

The coat says shaggy on the back I'm bombastic

That's another word for lofty

Hand me the car keys

We about to crazy in Canarsie

Like Joe Johnson at the Barclays

I want Jay Z money on vacation always

We can go to bahamas or Tahiti

Like super cena these mother fuckers can't see me

Cause I don't go out much

write songs and smoke a Dutch

I knew I could achieve it I just had the hunch

Do any bad bitches go to notre dame

Will I ever go to France in this time frame

I want devoted fans not the pitfalls of fame

I'll make my own line of jerseys so you remember the name

Gliding in the blue paint like penny Hardaway

Flirting with the cashiers at local cafes

They say my style of doing things is passe

The plane lands in 10 minutes no time for foreplay