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OBSERVANT lyrics by SEXYBOYZ

Verse 1: MJLY

I used to be the kid at the back of that party observing
Seeing what you other brothers was serving
So then I wrote a rap about it, people started chatting about it
I don’t give a crap about it, I just want to

Wake and bake, blaze on the rooftop
Me and King Cote, we comin’ out your boombox
I don’t want to talk about who’s hot, who’s not
If you only talk about your shoes, brah, you can shoo, brah

You an airhead, wearingAir Jordans, shit
I bet you don’t know where Jordan is
On the detailed map of the Middle East
You are just a little kid flipping up some Twitter beef

I drop bombs and I skip class
And you a bomboclat who deserves to get clapped
So shut your trap, and then shut your trap housе
But keep your rat traps, cause that way you’ll smack mouths out

Who talk all the shit that they shouldn’t
Fuck, if thеy do that I bet there’s poop in they pudding
And what you receive is half as much as what you put in
What glitters is gold, but what floats is wooden

Lungs full of kushes, bed full of cushions
Every other rapper trying to brag about the drugs that he pushes
But he ain’t push shit, Chong city, Chong city, Chong city, good kid

I used to be the kid at the back of the party
If I see a cute girl walk my way, you know my heart beat
Harder than a hardcore corn-rowed rowing coach
My throat starts throwing me off from my last roach, like…

Hi, my name is Matt Jones
You’re fairly pretty and I am damn stoned
Raise the roof party, get lower than Rambo
She getting low, you know

I’m always sipping on my lactose milk
The way I lay it down, give ya backbone chills
So don’t act so ill, if you lack those skills
So if Jonesmob won’t, fuck a Matt Jones will
Blah

Okay, I drain your juice like an arachnid
I scream things and drop bombs like the Iraqis did
My favourite role model is Jesus of Nazareth
Who resurrected Lazarus and was king of the pacifists
And if you feelin’ low in the morning, homie, have a hit
I do whatever it is that makes you happy, kids
If you’re feelin’ low in the morning, homie, have a hit
I do whatever it is that makes your heart beat, kids

Motherfucker, rah
Used to be the kid at the back of the party, observing
Seeing what your other brotherswas serving

So then I wrote a rap about it, people started chatting about it
I don’t give a crap about it, I don’t give a crap about it
Suck my dick, motherfucker, suck my dick, cause I don’t give a crap about it, rah
LGs in grade 12 taking selfies, can you tell me

Used to be the kid at the back of the party, observing, because I’m observant

Sammy like to fucking treat Dora like a poon squad
Sammy and me and Frankie, we the goon squad