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token - marco polo lyrics

[verse 1: token, marco plus]
dad told me doing drugs in college never affected him
if he was still alive, i’d get him better sh_t
he never hit my mom but he her reason why depression hit
every good man has an edge to him
every good man has an edge to him
she know i’m gonna leave, she got me edging with her
didn’t act like a baby, my nanny was a devil sitter
devils under the ground, ’cause she kept grounding me every winter
every summer, floor to spring like plumbers on the sink
i stick my hand in drama, puncture off my rings
girl spoke to me more politely than butlers talk to kings
i f_cked her raw for kink
usher always sings and rug burns always sting
and my patience is always thin enough to jump to modeling

back up ‘fore i cause a scene and have your mom and them
letting out awful screams
it’s me and toke iso’ing n_ggas, don’t gotta call a screen
we luka and lebron james off the lean and a [?] bean
smokin on a spliff, full of your best friend
my clip full on the west end
no religious rituals, i just send
it’s just in: the south side villain back on the street with a mac in his jeep
and he clap if you asking for beef
you cats looking weak, you asking for peace
ask for the piece
then leave your whole mag
order your mask and your fleece
and jump back in the wagoneer and do the dash from police
heard he was stressed before we shot him
i hope he passed in relief
p_ssy!
[chorus: token]
marco, lower that beam
(bro, he just hit his lights)
i know what that mean
(bro, his features are bot)
i know what that mean
(now, he blame tiktok)
yeah, i know what that mean

ay, marco, lower that beam
(no, it’s a concept album)
i know what that mean
(now, he mad at his label)
(and his show was only filmed from one angle)
yeah, i know what that mean

[verse 2: token]
i wanted my grandma to see my house
but she just passed
i hope she’s in heaven appreciating the view i have
mom never dated after my dad—i had no stepdad
that’s how i want all my b_tches to be after i leave their ass
make them hate men forever
i hate her rain legend never [?]
my page is they epicenter
at eight, they ain’t check my temper
my brain just ain’t getting better
they made me take tests to measure
like day_to_day helen keller
my aiming ain’t ever better
i may just break [?] record
her days are straight rest in pleasure
like labor day stretch forever
i was only a kid, i guess those ladies ain’t s_x offenders
’cause my d_ck was in grown_ups more than david spade, adam sandler
my anger [?] rather banners on stage like theh back_up dancers
my lady say, “have some manners,”
she ain’t a straight happy camper
my bank’s like extravaganza
my saving grace as the answer, i make mistakes bad as the amateurs who razor laid [?] adam lanza
all my friends are dead, they got the face who they cast as chandler
bathing like matthew perry but it’s bathing ape
have a gander
there’s sickness behind my bars, like inmates when they battle cancer
my capital is conquered, i should change my name as new hampshire

[verse 3: marco plus]
perusing through the opposition block with pistols c_cked to get a drop
we hoppin’ out the f_ckin’ whip
i’m sick of spinnin’ blocks
my aim is bad
pop up out the bushes and i flame his ass
thought he was acting wild, but he wasn’t lying
i had to tame him fast
i done put a beam upon his head, but this ain’t laser tag
i signed to rocnation, now n_ggas hate me like they damon dash
he told his b_tch to stop playing my music, that sh_t make him sad
an artist by compostion, this ho payin’ me to paint her ass
i’m like bob ross but mob boss
let off shots, your dawg lost
hop in a whip, you haul off
raise a pistol, holmes
me and my dawgs k!ll all of his dawgs
i’m victor holmes
we look like f_cking chain_smokers, how many sigs was blown
[chorus]
marco, lower that beam
(bro, he just hit his lights)
i know what that mean
(bro, his features are bot)
i know what that mean
(he blame tiktok)
yeah, i know what that mean

ay, marco, lower that beam
(no, it’s a concept album)
i know what that mean
(now, he mad at his label)
(and his show was only filmed from one angle)
yeah, i know what that mean

[verse 4: token]
i don’t do lines, i seen ’em turn my sister crooked
my fourth_grade best friend is addicted and he looks it
he just broke down the pills while i broke down the reasons why he shouldn’t
he slid ’em over to me and i pushed it
(i pushed that sh_t away)
i got boundaries, you didn’t know?
(i do)
you gotta be a pretty girl to push sh_t in my nose
tippy_toes what my dad chose to leave the bedroom with
he acted way too suicidal for a child, so when i was ten and sh_t
he slept too long, i had to check on him
(i did)
big respect to him (i love you)
ever since i watched the godfather,
i don’t like people sitting directly in back of me
my father showed me the godfather,
and that’s the only thing he did that was fatherly
don’t talk to me, talkative men bother me
too much time on your hands
go have some fun or stack some cash or something

b_tch pass the cup, i need a happy buzz
vodka got me talking with a lisp
it’s not a grey goose, it’s daffy duck
happy brooch, happy birthday

(what’s your lucky number?)
twenty_four always been my lucky number
it’s me and my sisters birthay
and it’s how many hours are in a day
and that puts me in first place so when dad died on the 24th
i took it as a good thing

[outro]
what the f_ck?

- token

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