Loads Lyrics - Hallways - Homeboy Sandman

I got a girl that knows all the words to OC's "Time's Up" 

A bunch of others take me out to dinner and try and fuck 

Cop tried to pull me over on my bike 

Kill that noise 

I had to peel yelling "get a real job fat boy!" 

My subjects matter and my bones don't break 

I ain't scared of a bag someone left on the train by mistake 

I'll fall flat 'fore I fall back 

I ain't scared of dying 

This planet ain't all that 

I restore order off boredom 

Meet the baddest biddies in the world then forget to call em 

I ain't even trying to balance 

Tried moderation and it stank 

I ain't even got a balance 

I ain't even got a bank 

If I ain't getting paid somebody should not care 

If I came late, be happy I got there 

And I don't give a damn 'bout clearing a sample 

Shave and a haircut, shampoo 

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Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads 

I been up mad long 

This song don't make no sense 

Most chicks I know don't pay no rent 

And on some G shit, my name's Blu 

I rock a halo like a California Angel 

Knowledge deeper than Apollo or Plato 

I'll make gold rain down on your rainbow 

Homeboy Sandman killed Drano 

'Cause he Mr. Clean with the washing machine 

My Slaus lean, the awesomest things 

No use talking to Blu if you ain't talking green 

Presidential marker versus Sargeant Slaughter ba-barging in your office with the barrel 

Double barrel like a burger 

Leave the beef murdered 

Wake-waking n____s up with the word 

My mother said I walked a mile 'fore I ever fell 

N____s need to wash they mouth with forever soap 

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Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads 

I been up mad long 

I'm down for whatever 

I talk to strangers 

Stranger the better 

My name hold weight without multiple trips 

Look people in the eye longer than they comfortable with 

My bad I ain't give a shit when you tried to show me your iPad 

Or when you tried to show me your iPhone 

I be too caught up with shit I'm ready to die for 

Switchblade picking my teeth 

Stray pitpull licking my cheek 

Nothing goes down on my watch 

Super duper bad chick folding my wash 

No eyelids 

Bill collectors have no clue where I live 

Pocket full of stickers and sweet dreams 

I'm not only the president I'm head of the street team