Warhol

By Tim Terner

On N/a

Released on February 1, 2014

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Warhol - Tim Terner

Verse 1 [Tim Terner]

You'd think they'd know by the way he's been acting lately

Competitive, diet made up of sedatives, 'hate me' tattooed on his forehead when He walks in, nervous acting cautious

Sanity just like his wallet and he fears he might have lost it

Now he's crawling on the pavement, aghast with fascination

Alternate altercations, the mind closed for renovation

Agitated animation, pulls him into different places

These faces need replacements

Keep the egos in the basement

No patience, I flip a table then the lights go out

The panty-dropping kamikaze, took some shots and got too sloppy

Probably smoking with his posse, until his mind feel like a zombie, practicing karate now he's screaming like an Aussie

With his hands up

Intertwined and rhyme through my inhaler

I'ma drive through Indiana, bitches wait in Texarkana

With whiskey bottles, models getting topless making waffles

Living life without a problem, so I push down on the throttle

I'm out

Bridge [Frankie Guerrero]

I'd travel cross the world just to talk to you

Everything is fine's a lie and I know the truth

I know your shy, I won't lie there's nothing I can do

But baby let me sing to you

Baby let me sing to you

Baby let me sing to you

I know you're shy, I won't lie there's nothing I can do

But baby let me sing to you

Verse 2 [Tim Terner]

See, the mind is like a ruler, and I think I might have snapped it

I shoot a gap in traffic, where I'm headed you can't map it

The king crab, dapper with a snapper full of rappers

Taking dabs on rings of Saturn, outer space get filled with laughter

Jason Statham with the flagrants

Agent Smith up in your matrix

A doctor without patience

Hold the anger of a caveman

In a trance when my bitch dance around

She keep my feet above the ground, high as hell we can't come down, our bodies in the lost and found

Handle of Johnny black, shit I'm gone live forever, and If not then it's whatever, head shots without suppressors

Fully loaded, stolen weapons

Chase the rodents out of heaven

Armageddons what you getting, I refuse to new deception

Cause it's the young phenomenon who hungrier than Ramadan, so step into my octagon I'll pull apart you abdomen

A freethinker who prints fingers for no one

You never met somebody Crazy baby now you know one

Bridge [Frankie Guerrero]

I'd travel cross the world just to talk to you

Everything is fine's a lie and I know the truth

I know your shy, I won't lie there's nothing I can do

But baby let me sing to you

Baby let me sing to you

Baby let me sing to you

I know you're shy, I won't lie there's nothing I can do

But baby let me sing to you

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