Session Lyrics - Brandun Deshay

[Verse 1: Tyler] 

I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap 

Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback 

My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found 

Where the black girls get their weaves back 

Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk" 

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot 

Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie 

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead 

I like my girls smart, skinny 

Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red 

I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist 

I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots 

My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem 

With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba 

Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant 

I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's parent 

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed 

That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring 

I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever 

So don't ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us 

Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew 

Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes 

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos 

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you 

Kill the jungle let the cats loose 

You didn't see me here if someone ask you 

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] 

I want to feel her in every way 

Mary Jane keeps me high like every day 

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now 

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped 

Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps 

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat 

She ain't got time to try and relieve ya 

But she'll get all in your head, Sativa 

[Verse 3: BranDun Deshay] 

I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables 

I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals 

Let's take them high like the decibels 

So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol 

In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber 

That's fat, who needs another producer? 

Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo 

Cause I ain't really care what the rest say 

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape 

Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes 

Best believe I'm leaving with more of those 

And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying until the verse end, FIN 

Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator 

Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now until forever 

[Alt. Verse 3: Mike G] 

We grind, these niggas asking for some promo 

We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos 

Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit 

Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet 

No less profit, themed when we drop shit 

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split 

It's that crack, give you something to sell 

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail 

Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell 

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel 

Light skinned women, all sex everything 

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything 

Everything that we call flight, living life 

This is everything that we call hype 

I'm everything that they call nice 

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right 

Intimidated by niggas you can't be 

I'm a G, and this is something you can't see 

Top ranked, number one my son 

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some 

And stay focused on the women and you get less done 

It's ironic cause I always hear you talking about one 

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high 

How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly