Gregory Nichols - The Cameltoe Hallelujah
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{Interlude: Sam Pike & Gregory Nichols}
“That’s like you though too, both of y’all are like really good at cooking, and really good at making music”
(Uh-uh)
“Really good at just creative stuff”
(Nah that’s y’all two, Supremely Vastly talented and (censored))
“Nah, I mean…”
(It’s fine,—I don’t know)
Yeah
{Verse 1: Gregory Nichols}
My Relationship done broke down to frowns
Too sad to even give pounds
To Anna, when they see me around
Up At the Villa Compound
Greg, the typical Brotha to hold it down
Or maybe to hold it within
Boy, you stretched a little too thin for now
Rescinded it like a touchdown
When, Desean Jackson came down to clown
Up in your neck of the town
I, trust that all my faith will drown
So too’s my feelings renowned
By the time that I’m giving you back the crown, But still
I’ll chill, cause I’m killing myself on the real to
(make you understand)
{Hook: Gregory Nichols}
That there’s some problems in my head
I wonder if y’all want me dead
So tell me baby what you said
If there’s somebody in your bed
If you could open up my mind
And feel this misery of mine
And tell me me hope is what you find
Then how would I not love ya?
{Verse 2: Gregory Nichols}
Our arguments that turn to punishment
Would make your friend go tell a friend
Then they’d be like “Slim!”
“What?”, “the way that they get it in
It’s not pretend”
Baby Greg tippin a bottle of juice without the gin nor the sin
That’s why it go down like Nate Robinson
To my kin, This’ll, probably be the last time you would want to feel my pen Stroke, Oh No
Baby Greg went so “loco”
Repping for Years like Provost
Found him dead in his 4-door
Photos, surface up outta' my camp that be like “Aye, Yo!”
“There he Go,” halo, Up and up down like JOB, Oh, Never come ride my way, I be like polo
Dojo, DesDevLiv in my Pen I bleed our Zonal
Logo Loving and wanting my Zen is more like Van Gogh
And how Many more times now can I testify?
That a brother like me might be the only one that’s bout to die?
And I really don’t think you know How close to death I am, it’s silly
Imma die alone with the dumb dumb pity
And You can keep bumping the city Do what you want
{Hook: Gregory Nichols}
Yet there’s some problems in my head
I wonder if y’all want me dead
So tell me baby what you said
If there’s somebody in your bed
If you could open up my mind
And feel this misery of mine
And tell me me hope is what you find
Then why would I not love ya?
{Verse 3: Gregory Nichols}
Re-Spit, Baby Greg has been down to lick
Shake, rattle, and roll your soul, trick
Nobody else that i’d rather hit
But What would they say when I’m gone, slick?
Wondering if I’m worth the trip
Terrell Broady them, Cover shift
Bloodline that I’m laying with
My life is “Desert-SoCom-khafiji”
The life is awfully, Sad, pointless, and costly
Now What’s it costing, exhausting feelings often?
You think that Destiny ain’t next to me because I’m Mossy?
She got up off Me cause A Sunny day with Me is Foggy
Like cereal soggy, I’m the reason that your pipes is cloggy
No “feed to doggy”, if you do I’ll leave the poodle groggy
Now please don’t stop me, cause I feel as if I rival Bragi
Mr. Miyagi, and them Stranger things that you could softly, Still do without me, Cause I’m living how depression taught the
Then let me die All alone, hope nobody caught “we”
Second hand suicide, Don’t nobody stop me, cause don’t nobody want me
{Outro: Ean Boyd & Sam Pike}
“Yeah, Thanks man”
(pie!)
“pie!”
(pie!)
(Sick Rap Bro)
{Interlude: Sam Pike & Gregory Nichols}
“That’s like you though too, both of y’all are like really good at cooking, and really good at making music”
(Uh-uh)
“Really good at just creative stuff”
(Nah that’s y’all two, Supremely Vastly talented and (censored))
“Nah, I mean…”
(It’s fine,—I don’t know)
Yeah
{Verse 1: Gregory Nichols}
My Relationship done broke down to frowns
Too sad to even give pounds
To Anna, when they see me around
Up At the Villa Compound
Greg, the typical Brotha to hold it down
Or maybe to hold it within
Boy, you stretched a little too thin for now
Rescinded it like a touchdown
When, Desean Jackson came down to clown
Up in your neck of the town
I, trust that all my faith will drown
So too’s my feelings renowned
By the time that I’m giving you back the crown, But still
I’ll chill, cause I’m killing myself on the real to
(make you understand)
{Hook: Gregory Nichols}
That there’s some problems in my head
I wonder if y’all want me dead
So tell me baby what you said
If there’s somebody in your bed
If you could open up my mind
And feel this misery of mine
And tell me me hope is what you find
Then how would I not love ya?
{Verse 2: Gregory Nichols}
Our arguments that turn to punishment
Would make your friend go tell a friend
Then they’d be like “Slim!”
“What?”, “the way that they get it in
It’s not pretend”
Baby Greg tippin a bottle of juice without the gin nor the sin
That’s why it go down like Nate Robinson
To my kin, This’ll, probably be the last time you would want to feel my pen Stroke, Oh No
Baby Greg went so “loco”
Repping for Years like Provost
Found him dead in his 4-door
Photos, surface up outta' my camp that be like “Aye, Yo!”
“There he Go,” halo, Up and up down like JOB, Oh, Never come ride my way, I be like polo
Dojo, DesDevLiv in my Pen I bleed our Zonal
Logo Loving and wanting my Zen is more like Van Gogh
And how Many more times now can I testify?
That a brother like me might be the only one that’s bout to die?
And I really don’t think you know How close to death I am, it’s silly
Imma die alone with the dumb dumb pity
And You can keep bumping the city Do what you want
{Hook: Gregory Nichols}
Yet there’s some problems in my head
I wonder if y’all want me dead
So tell me baby what you said
If there’s somebody in your bed
If you could open up my mind
And feel this misery of mine
And tell me me hope is what you find
Then why would I not love ya?
{Verse 3: Gregory Nichols}
Re-Spit, Baby Greg has been down to lick
Shake, rattle, and roll your soul, trick
Nobody else that i’d rather hit
But What would they say when I’m gone, slick?
Wondering if I’m worth the trip
Terrell Broady them, Cover shift
Bloodline that I’m laying with
My life is “Desert-SoCom-khafiji”
The life is awfully, Sad, pointless, and costly
Now What’s it costing, exhausting feelings often?
You think that Destiny ain’t next to me because I’m Mossy?
She got up off Me cause A Sunny day with Me is Foggy
Like cereal soggy, I’m the reason that your pipes is cloggy
No “feed to doggy”, if you do I’ll leave the poodle groggy
Now please don’t stop me, cause I feel as if I rival Bragi
Mr. Miyagi, and them Stranger things that you could softly, Still do without me, Cause I’m living how depression taught the
Then let me die All alone, hope nobody caught “we”
Second hand suicide, Don’t nobody stop me, cause don’t nobody want me
{Outro: Ean Boyd & Sam Pike}
“Yeah, Thanks man”
(pie!)
“pie!”
(pie!)
(Sick Rap Bro)
