World's Fair - Sammy Sosa

One day I'll be careless, next day I'm meticulous
Cool, calm and collected, horse they jack, ridiculous
I CAN'T FLY CLOSE TO THE SUN OR I'LL END UP LIKE ICARUS
I can't stand that solar power, my flow devour shit, it's a must
And a gentleman gets drunk and lose all social filters
A local killer going postal, no one know what's iller
You think I'm wavy, then I'm surfing on those surfaces
I'M LURKING THROUGH YOUR NERVOUS SYSTEM
Pinpointing your nervousness
Can't stop the blood flow, oh, don't get a tourniquet
No doctors, no herbalists can't stop me being murderous
UNDERSTAND MY PURPOSES, NO SON OF SAM, NO BERKOWITZ
I'm more galactic, eating planets, aham, Earth it is
First up in my services
Watch how hard I worked for this
Watch how hard they watching my pockets and know my purposes
Maverick like I'm Dirk Nowitzki, ski when I score
Wanting more, might DIE for sure, but it's worth the risk

Yo, split the arrow with the mind of a pharaoh
Double battle, could have a horse power, devour flowers
And my Nike apparel flow tighter than Carol's pussy
Being modest a goddess
Gin and tonics with Niki Stein, what a simple scene
I'm scoring 40 over shorty, so they triple team
Dino Bravo the bottle, distilled and triple beamed
Now simple essential instrumentals must fit the team
Bad for your mental like liquor, loving and nicotine
So influential like nino on the carter, same old scene
Though at the garden, buying Williams in New Orleans now
Who you calling, we be balling like Steve Austin
I'll afford your life on another night

I must admit I have a thing for women straight crying, mascara running down
They face while I'm straight dying, fucking laughing honey
Considered myself upper class when I said, "Match the money"
(Eating foods with funny odors) Threw up on shorty's shoulder
(We living lavish) Remy skyping all the way from Paris
(You mean Parie? Bonjour, nigga, my view so magnifique)
(Toting at the Louvre, Mona Lisa trying to groove with me)
(Laughing, chatting we snacking on macaroons from Mickey D's)
Big Mac until the third degree? (How you living B?)
Still going to the same bars, still sporting that wire
Better put it in your shoes like an old guard, singing like Jerry Rivera
Nigel, Ruby, Rosa (Que es la cosa?) Es pan con la sopa
(Coño) Quitate la ropa, enseñame tu choca
(Move to Barcelona bleach my skin like Sammy Sosa)
63 home runs (Callate la boca)

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