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• Artiste: Mayday!
• Titre: Tabletops
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¡Mursday! Come on, Come on! Get up, Get up! Yeah, Yeah! Get up! What up doe, this ¡Mursday! Know the game wanted this in the worst way Like a nigga tryna fuck on the first date From the West Coast that's my birth place L. A., ca, all day I stay in Dodger blue and gray Do It Big Keep It Strange All day from the 8-1-6 to the M-I-A! I'm like ooohh eeee naturally These muhfuckas all live in a fantasy Schoolyard mc, no sympathy I got a bone to pick with they faculty They ain't a fan of me and my friends Always bangin' beats on they bench Wanna keep us under their lens till we burn like ants Cuz we the chosen Give me that table knock Friends went and had babies and changed the locks Got a job at a desk where they slave for the checks And they judged me just cuz I drank a lot God Damn See me, Ima be that monster, pray for props Let em all have paper and race for stocks All I ever needed was to bang tabletops! Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bangin, we bangin, we bangin, we bangin Bangin, we bangin, bangin' on these tabletops! Fuck all y'all it's my turn In the past year wanna know what I learned Everybody wanna be the next hot shit Don't nobody wanna feel that fire burn Don't nobody wanna work hard now On the internet feelin' like stars now But if you got funk then swing monkey If not then put them bars down Never was a popular kid, a social misfit I just wrote rhymes and chased bitches Battle any mothafucka talkin slick shit Chip on my shoulder size of Texas That's how I learned natural selection Skippin class to go learn my lesson Sp12 and mpc weapons All became my personal obsession Respect direction Deck the henchman Best invention since the next dimension My venom is a sentiment of sexual tension I bang out hard when the wenches crept in, the end This’ll be the shit that’ll keep em all down lo-pro guessin Got my knuckles on the table down flexin, strechin the words till it fix my reflection On the verge of a nervous breakthrough With my crew with a magnum of grey goose Dodging all the haters and the fake crews While we take the crown out at paid dues I'm on Faygo and two shots With ¡Mursday! Comin up to the top Everybody wanna be the top dawg but ain't drug their knuckles on tabletops