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Ian Taylor - That's Taylor lyrics

Artist: Ian Taylor

album: That's Taylor


Got Blitz in here dancin'
Welcome to the album motherfuckers
My name is Ian Taylor (That's the name)
I don't even know what the albums called yet
Here we go
Hi, I'm Ian Taylor
I'm the guy you probably wanna marry
All these other acts up on the stage look extraordinary
I feel extraordinary, fresh up out the mortuary
Haters thought they killed me but I'm back
They cannot terminate me
I'm not uncertain
I'm certain I'm swervin' through the masses
Buildin' up my listeners curbin all your enthusiasm
Always wanted to be like Cooper. I'm no good at actin'
Rap became my passion subtracting the pain like having aspirin
So what they got to say now?
You gonna tell me Ian's tallent ain't insane now?
You gonna tell me I should give up or should stay down?
You better get up out my face before you're face down
See I never ever really liked my high school days (Nah)
I'm just really really glad we don't recycle days (Yeah)
'Cause if I went ever went back I'd become the next school shooter
Spillin' out my bullets spraying blood on the computers
But instead I'm sippin' whiskey in the sunshine
I got a blunt fryin, getting high for lunch time
And when it's crunch time, I get that shit all done fine
Then I go home to my girl and let her suck my
Head up to the mountains got my snowboard
Got Brandon drivin' us
I need to toke more
So I go and grab the wraps
Get the weed up out the sack
Then we roll us up some doobies and we smoke four
(Then we, uh)
(Shit... I forgot)
(Dammit Brandon I told you I'm way too high for this shit)
(Fuck it, look)
Cuttin' up my competition often.
It's an odd addiction
Got some bitches on my dick.
I gotta get 'em on the dishes
Got a chick already if I'm lucky she goin' like a chicken
And fuck her with me
Fuck her silly
'Till then sponge is all they getting
I been getting pretty nifty with these written words of mine
Getting pretty tipsy drinking I cannot discern the time
I burn a rhyme with confidence and rock it with a furnished rhyme
Shit I set the couch on fire
Good thing I ain't purchase mine (Thanks Mom)
Still living at my momma's place (Yeah)
But homie I feel great (Yeah)
I go across the states
I go and play to all the places for an honest wage
And finally I am not even feelin' all that rage (Yeah)
That seemed to come across my brain in the past
Yeah, I went insane, it's okay it ain't last
But homie even though all of the pain didn't last
I seem to find it left scars on my face and my back
Like whether I would fight, turn my back to run and hide
I'd always feel the damage on the front or from behind
But I've battled with my demons and I've rounded up a legion
So I'm pledgin' my allegiance to the game and I'ma lead it
'Cause I breathe it live and dream it. If I'm ever gonna see it
Then I gotta fucking seek it, gotta work 'till I ain't dreamin'
And I got it, ain't leavin' bitch so stop it
If shit is what you're talkin' then I'll wrap you in a coffin
'Cause I'm sick
(Yeah, that was tight)
(Brandon, Brandon did you hear that shit?)
("Wrap you in a Coffin 'cause I'm sick")
(Alright, anyway, anyway, anyway)
Elegant rhetorics getting me evidence of my intelligence
Gettin' me benefits. Shit homie
I probably could have been president
Settle for raking in Benjamins. Capital B 'cause my edicate's evident
Wreckin' it every day is my settlement. Bettered my temperament
Never been better. I'm reppin' it but it's like
Everybody wanna tell me how to do what I do
What I do, most of 'em couldn't do it if they tried to
They can't do what I do, fuck 'em if they try to.
What I do? None of 'em could do it if they tried to, no they couldn't
And That's Taylor
(Yeah, that's Taylor)
(Aye, Aye yo Brandon I think that's what Imma name this song)
(Yeah, that's Taylor!)
(Aight Guys)
(I hope you enjoy the rest of the album)
(For now, Peace!)

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