Masturbation Blues - Krymplings

Zaytoven, ayy I'm finna say a lot of shit with "-ation" on it You know what I'm sayin'? A-T-I-O-N, you know what I'm sayin'? Bang Bang, bang-bang (ayy), bang, gang, bang-bang Bang, bang-bang, bang, bang He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster I'm spinnin' in this bitch like some turntables I was fuckin' on your bitch while you were waiting When she had yo' ass waitin' like you were a patient I'm with my black bitch, goin' to get my Caucasian Bring that M-16 out for certain equations This shit ain't addin' up, says my fucking calculation I'm on the road, I got that hoe doin' masturbation I up this pistol and this bitch start doin' evaporation I'm goin' fast in my car, my shit stay calibrated I seen a million dollar lick, you know I had to take it Blue faces call my phone, you know I had to cake it I do this shit on my own, fuck your collaborations I don't need no ID, check my verification I hit Johnny on the phone, tell him "Elaborate me" Just to pull up to your party, boy, you gotta pay me Bitch, you gotta show me something, bitch, immaculate me What the fuck makes you perfect? Practice, baby I call up ZayTiggy, I ain't beat jackin', baby I got a hundred dollar each pocket of my jacket, baby Hopped out on your hoe, she said "You're cappin', baby" And baby, I ain't a crack baby, I'm a cappin' baby Hoe, you can get off my boat, I'm the captain, baby I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it, baby He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster I'm spinnin' in this bitch like some turntables I was fuckin' on your bitch while you were waiting When she had yo' ass waitin' like you were a patient I'm with my black bitch, goin' to get my Caucasian Bring that M-16 out for certain equations This shit ain't addin' up, says my fucking calculation I'm on the road, I got that hoe doin' masturbation The police pulled me over and I'm 'toxicated I'm tryna see what the fuck they determination They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me 'Cause my car look like a bad-ass moderation Hoes say I ain't easy, it's some complications I don't do the cuffin', bitch, pick up your desperation Have my Uber drop you off, what's your destination? Vegetarian, vegetation, meet aspiration Told the bitch to add it up, can you do multiplications? I'ma need some mesmerization for my recreation Every time I hop out, it's a celebration I don't need you or your damn consideration I ain't shakin' hands 'less I like the the negotiation Ayy, I curse too much, I ain't good at appropriation To go and pick up the damn cake, that's my damn operation I'm that nigga, I ain't with the rest of the population He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster I'm spinnin' in this bitch like some turntables I was fuckin' on your bitch while you were waiting When she had yo' ass waitin' like you were a patient I'm with my black bitch, goin' to get my Caucasian Bring that M-16 out for certain equations This shit ain't addin', up says my fucking calculation I'm on the road, I got that hoe doin' masturbation

Let me tell you all a little story About how life just doesn't always go the way you want it to It goes a little something like this Well I got a man He ain't got a job Well that man He's great big slob He sits on the couch Just drinking a beer Well that man Better get on out of here I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Well I got a boss He's a real reptile He's so low He'd steal your last smile He takes you to work Then hits on the girls He's more nuts Than 50 squirrels I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Whoah yeah Well I got a friend His wife's so fat He's got it so bad His kid's such a brat He plays his guitar On busted up strings 'Cause his woman She wants diamond rings I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Take it away, Robbie Oh I got the blues You know I got them blues I got the blues Yeah, I got them blues I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Ohhh Aww, quit your bitching Hahaha

Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round Show love to me Won't you come back round When there's no one left to blame I watched you leave You just turned away And the sunlight turned to rain So suddenly Your lips felt like a hurricane, yeah So don't fade away, yeah Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round (Yeah, yeah) Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm before the calm (Before the calm) I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm You were the storm before the calm Come back 'round Come back 'round