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Back the fuck up mind ya business stay the fuck from me
I just sit back, kick my feet up do my fuckin' thing
Everybody got a problem step it up and swing
Big Columbiano baby Sinny the fuckin' king
I ain't tryna start shit but I damn sure will finish it
6 feet under, take your light, I'll go and diminish it
Lights out, good night, go to sleep for unlimited time
Sublime feeling your absence provides, it's definitive
I'll go primitive, animalistic rage, emitting potent energy
It's punitive, you're done for, I'm a lunatic
No escaping, there is no such thing as fugitives
Take punishment, just get it over with
So we can have our closure, shit
I just try to stay inside my lane and do my thing
I don't like to cross the lines
I don't swerve like drunk driving
I ain't got the time to bring
Awareness to those trespassing
Say good night, I'll come out swinging
It's on like bells inside the ring
Back on up before I buck
Step out of alignment you better adjust
Get right is a must, you're fucked up, suspect
Looking disgusting, you're fucking insulting
So sloppy, so mad that you're not me
Keep trying to break me, but nothing can stop me
Can't over shadow me, shine like high beams
I got the vision, see like Visine
Back the fuck up mind ya business stay the fuck from me
I just sit back, kick my feet up do my fuckin' thing
Everybody got a problem step it up and swing
Big Columbiano baby Sinny the fuckin' king
Back the fuck up mind ya business stay the fuck from me
I just sit back, kick my feet up do my fuckin' thing
Everybody got a problem step it up and swing
Big Columbiano baby Sinny the fuckin' king
WRITERS
Scott Gonzales, Cameron Sherman
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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