Put I On lyrics

Artist  : Paperboys 
Song : Put I On



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*shit man. I don't know what the fuck we just
listen to,
but that was some bullshit. Luckely
I got the new Paperboys tape.
You know what
this is?
I don't even know what it's called,
but man, it's funky fresh in the flesh.
Live
and effect on your radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter,
check out Paperboys!*

[Vinni]
I hit the
docks and I'm sure
Senses locked with all ma
stocks on the floor
I'm on the benches
What
I'm watching is pure
"Still the
tension"
I've got lots in me to
cure
Though these toxins got me boxing with
doors
On top of chords I drop it for you and
yours
"And tell'em"
I cant
stop
I'm too bored
I wanna swap the
shoe-store for something better
Stressing to
get ma act together
But I know that ma cap
fits
Ain't changing ma tactics
I'm gaining
so that's it
Blessing rapshit
With
masterminded I adapt quick
Immaculate
theories
Another track to put me back in the
series
Keep it cracking bout to happen
Ya
hear me?
Fuckers acting like I'm barely
rapping
Knowing it's so fat that it's
scary
You see it clearly?
It's sincerely
yours Vincent Vagabond
Feel the calm before
the storm
Mr. Prince of Babylon
Batter
stepping on
Addict
Magistrate is getting
warm
I let'em have a savage with his weapon
drawn

Refreng:
So come on we put it on
y'all
Were gon ball so holla when vagabond
calls
Ya know
We get involved
Were
grabbing it all
We got it on
Put it on
y'all
Eh yo
When vagabond calls holla
back
Follow the bottles and solid
tracks
Like that

Is just so happens
were suckers for lust
Rapping like it's
nothing to us
And Steady puffing ain't gon
fucking adjust
We've had enough of
trust
Building muscle like some
hustlers
Enterprise
Energize
Want ma
sentiments?
Just let antennas rise
Send'em
high
Look up in the sky
I know the world is
crooked
Full of documented lies but I've been
advised
And then besides
We ain't old
yet
I want a Rolex
I wanna roll for the
gold we gotta go get
And though it's
slow
Yo that's so sweat coz I can grow
checks
I've got effects fully digital but low
tech
See we're originals, yet hoes
slept
But now they're on a campaign
And I
don't wanna listen
That's a damn shame
Coz
we're advanced in this mans game
It's good to
be free
Ain't that something
Shit it's good
to be me
I hit the trees thinking could it
be
Tryin to move some footage for fees
And
steady scheming till were put at
ease

Ref:

I like a ceiling with
fans
It's evident I'm not a militant
man
Benevolence inside a diligent
plan
Gaining kilograms
And though I'm
spilling
I feel the will at hand
Hey man
I'm chilling
I build a tan on beaches that are
filled with fam
And ma grill in tha sand
A
Miller-can
Still i think for minute
Still
with  the symptoms of a infinite cynic
Another
drink and I'm finished I let it all go
I'm
thinkin that the problems can't be solved
So I
hustle for a Volvo
But is only me? or are we
all slow
You don't need your morse-code
To
see the flaws in their courseload
Supports
law
Kids grow with a brain
But they never
use'em
Guess we gotta train'em for
revolution
Imposing change like it's heavens
blueprint
Another rebel movement
Proving
none of ma fellas is stupid
Coz all it is is
fucking music
So get it right
I like the
credit but were headed for a better life