Thoughts Of The Thoughtful Lyrics
| Song | Thoughts Of The Thoughtful |
| Artist | Casual |
| Album | Fear Itself |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Owens, Siguenza | |
| Verse one： | |
| Start with the boom!!! | |
| That's the sound from the stuff that we, puff | |
| It's magic i'm draggin a foe to doom | |
| And still refrain from being blunt | |
| The tough get snuffed for being, lame | |
| We men claim to be all that | |
| Call back, i'll get wit cha | |
| All act fat, frontin they really are close to me | |
| But i'm prone to roast a poster like i'm supposed to be | |
| Toast of the, and only me | |
| Put your cups together, for the clever | |
| Competition i'm just here with no limits | |
| Cause i collapse your sad scraps like nimitz | |
| Once i get in it, i'll put, my soul in | |
| I believe i deceive just to leave your ears swollen | |
| Stolen styles are booty to me | |
| Removin smooth men ain't no duty to me | |
| Booty i could be but i don't flex | |
| The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than kotex | |
| I got ya, like joe tex, go checks ya glossary | |
| Cause i gots ta be | |
| The bombed ass, supreme vocalist | |
| I cream folks with this versafication signed cas | |
| Verse two: | |
| Check it out | |
| When it comes to one two then shit men get | |
| Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate | |
| Wait i'm the buzz aight now hit this | |
| Aim your aarow and there go your fitness | |
| With this, flow, the swit-est, know | |
| Yo, get this, flow | |
| Fast-est, cas is never hittin ashes | |
| Gettin clever, as this | |
| Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it's | |
| Going to cost you | |
| You lost to, the master, at last the | |
| Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, jeep | |
| Or whatever you hear me though | |
| Whether walkman or stereo | |
| People wanna hear me flow | |
| So i kicks one, tricks one | |
| Clones are known to break a brother bad | |
| But all is foul | |
| So now i think i, need a rest from | |
| Wandering and start pondering john within | |
| And send a message to the best when | |
| You switch from rags to rags |
| zuo qu : Owens, Siguenza | |
| Verse one: | |
| Start with the boom!!! | |
| That' s the sound from the stuff that we, puff | |
| It' s magic i' m draggin a foe to doom | |
| And still refrain from being blunt | |
| The tough get snuffed for being, lame | |
| We men claim to be all that | |
| Call back, i' ll get wit cha | |
| All act fat, frontin they really are close to me | |
| But i' m prone to roast a poster like i' m supposed to be | |
| Toast of the, and only me | |
| Put your cups together, for the clever | |
| Competition i' m just here with no limits | |
| Cause i collapse your sad scraps like nimitz | |
| Once i get in it, i' ll put, my soul in | |
| I believe i deceive just to leave your ears swollen | |
| Stolen styles are booty to me | |
| Removin smooth men ain' t no duty to me | |
| Booty i could be but i don' t flex | |
| The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than kotex | |
| I got ya, like joe tex, go checks ya glossary | |
| Cause i gots ta be | |
| The bombed ass, supreme vocalist | |
| I cream folks with this versafication signed cas | |
| Verse two: | |
| Check it out | |
| When it comes to one two then shit men get | |
| Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate | |
| Wait i' m the buzz aight now hit this | |
| Aim your aarow and there go your fitness | |
| With this, flow, the switest, know | |
| Yo, get this, flow | |
| Fastest, cas is never hittin ashes | |
| Gettin clever, as this | |
| Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it' s | |
| Going to cost you | |
| You lost to, the master, at last the | |
| Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, jeep | |
| Or whatever you hear me though | |
| Whether walkman or stereo | |
| People wanna hear me flow | |
| So i kicks one, tricks one | |
| Clones are known to break a brother bad | |
| But all is foul | |
| So now i think i, need a rest from | |
| Wandering and start pondering john within | |
| And send a message to the best when | |
| You switch from rags to rags |
| zuò qǔ : Owens, Siguenza | |
| Verse one: | |
| Start with the boom!!! | |
| That' s the sound from the stuff that we, puff | |
| It' s magic i' m draggin a foe to doom | |
| And still refrain from being blunt | |
| The tough get snuffed for being, lame | |
| We men claim to be all that | |
| Call back, i' ll get wit cha | |
| All act fat, frontin they really are close to me | |
| But i' m prone to roast a poster like i' m supposed to be | |
| Toast of the, and only me | |
| Put your cups together, for the clever | |
| Competition i' m just here with no limits | |
| Cause i collapse your sad scraps like nimitz | |
| Once i get in it, i' ll put, my soul in | |
| I believe i deceive just to leave your ears swollen | |
| Stolen styles are booty to me | |
| Removin smooth men ain' t no duty to me | |
| Booty i could be but i don' t flex | |
| The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than kotex | |
| I got ya, like joe tex, go checks ya glossary | |
| Cause i gots ta be | |
| The bombed ass, supreme vocalist | |
| I cream folks with this versafication signed cas | |
| Verse two: | |
| Check it out | |
| When it comes to one two then shit men get | |
| Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate | |
| Wait i' m the buzz aight now hit this | |
| Aim your aarow and there go your fitness | |
| With this, flow, the switest, know | |
| Yo, get this, flow | |
| Fastest, cas is never hittin ashes | |
| Gettin clever, as this | |
| Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it' s | |
| Going to cost you | |
| You lost to, the master, at last the | |
| Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, jeep | |
| Or whatever you hear me though | |
| Whether walkman or stereo | |
| People wanna hear me flow | |
| So i kicks one, tricks one | |
| Clones are known to break a brother bad | |
| But all is foul | |
| So now i think i, need a rest from | |
| Wandering and start pondering john within | |
| And send a message to the best when | |
| You switch from rags to rags |
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