ROUGH 7 - JPEGMAFIA, Tommy Genesis

Check, check, check

Check, check

Check, will you turn the beat up?

Brr

Oh, mmm, check, check, could you turn my vocals up?

Yeah, mmm, mmm

Brr

How could you not know?

What you meant to me

You and me are gonna be a bit

Know you laughin' away with friends

I’ll be up in a minute

Brr, brr, brr (Thank you, thank you)

Thank you, fuck you (Brr)

Fuck you (Brr), fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, thank you (Brrat, brrat, brr)

I think I’m insane, do you love me?

I think I just came, do you trust me?

When I stare hard, you get ugly

I just look away at the money

I don’t come from money but they say I look expensive

He lay me on the table with a bag 'cause I’m his pension

If you with me you won’t go hungry (Uh-uh)

If you ain’t me, call me mommy

Fuckin' with the ghost in my body

Pray to the pussy let it calm me

Stretch marks on my skull, I wasn’t made for me at all

Cut me open with your jaw, lick the writing on the wall

I got a fat mouth, no collagen

I got a fat cat (Brrt) and my throat infinite (Brrt)

(Hey) He want a picture with Tommy

Save that shit like JPEG

She wanna know who’s Mommy?

Blood pact, wolf pack, hashtag

She put a gun to my halo

I talk to God and He calls me emo

He put a tongue to my halo

I talk to God and She calls me emo

You know, you know (Woah-ho-ho-ho, ha, ha)

Get up, get up

Stay up, get up, get back, we know

Got it, then I say no, say no

You think you know me

Look (Yeah)

Some of my friends got big dreams (Yeah)

Some of my friends tote big beams (Beams)

None of your friends get no cream (Brr)

These niggas look blank, got no theme (Brr)

Just got a new MAC, that’s fifteen (Yeah)

Young bald head nigga, I’m Mr. Clean

Caught a nigga off guard like Pistol Pete (Wow)

Light a square nigga up like Billie Jean (Damn, Peggy)

Just got a new grill, but I can’t eat (Huh)

But I gotta feed my motherfuckin' family

Gotta make it to the top and get a GRAMMY (Gotta get it)

But I be playin' with the drums like a band geek (Nasty)

Bitch nigga, don’t make me aggy

Dome shot, now you look like Cassie (Brrt)

Skinny nigga, but I’m built like a athlete (Wow)

AR same colors as khakis

You my sons but I don’t be the pappy

Stop wastin' my time (Uh)

These niggas done ran outta line (Yeah)

I’m strapped but I’m ready to die (Okay)

I feel like a thot when I cry (Huh)

I feel like a God when I rhyme (Huh)

I can’t believe that he ain’t signed (God)

Why?

No, the other

And if it doesn’t fit me I’ll give it back to you