Everybody gotta be something Everybody wanna be something Be something, don't be nothing Everybody gotta be something Everybody gotta love somebody Everybody gotta fuck somebody Love somebody, don't fuck anybody Everybody gotta be something I raised up to serious Father stuck in delirium My momma workin to bone To get us some milk and some cereal And we some badass kids The boondocks in box So you know when I pull up the whole block gone be hot And I’m getting to hot son probably turn to hot one Sean Evans Burnin ya niggas was never scurd of ya niggas was fighting giants for fun and dippin from badges and guns And was livin off the evils that I had seen before one try not to scuff my converse low profile, low honor I stay smokin my swisher and slippin My Arnold Palmers And steer away from the problems Cause I’m not bout all that drama Just tryna make me some music Get us a meal and a dollar aye no more actin like stupid I try my best to stay proper and spread my voice like an opera it’s smooth like silk it’ll shock ya brothers stuck in the hole I’m yellin rude boy mafia Praying our wealth grow So we can move more awesome They stressin out this fro They hate on black people Just for color of skin I’m seen as all evil We treat you equal It’s the relationship tho And it go back and forth And it go back and forth And I’m just sayin
Good stuff! Sounds spot on to the original
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This sounds like it's from Adventure Time, or some video game at least
I’ve heard it before but can’t put my finger on it
@@damiansanchez9425Same
this at .75 playback speed tho
Everybody gotta be something
Everybody wanna be something
Be something, don't be nothing
Everybody gotta be something
Everybody gotta love somebody
Everybody gotta fuck somebody
Love somebody, don't fuck anybody
Everybody gotta be something
I raised up to serious
Father stuck in delirium
My momma workin to bone
To get us some milk and some cereal
And we some badass kids
The boondocks in box
So you know when I pull up the whole block gone be hot
And I’m getting to hot son probably turn to hot one Sean Evans
Burnin ya niggas was never scurd of ya niggas was fighting giants for fun and dippin from badges and guns
And was livin off the evils that I had seen before one
try not to scuff my converse low profile, low honor
I stay smokin my swisher and slippin My Arnold Palmers
And steer away from the problems
Cause I’m not bout all that drama
Just tryna make me some music
Get us a meal and a dollar
aye no more actin like stupid I try my best to stay proper and spread my voice like an opera it’s smooth like silk it’ll shock ya
brothers stuck in the hole
I’m yellin rude boy mafia
Praying our wealth grow
So we can move more awesome
They stressin out this fro
They hate on black people
Just for color of skin
I’m seen as all evil
We treat you equal
It’s the relationship tho
And it go back and forth
And it go back and forth
And I’m just sayin