Pluto Feat. Nesby Phips

Duration

3:46

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

[CHORUS] Quoy: When I look out my window, it's so cold, feel like Im on Pluto-o, but it makes me happy that finally things are looking up for me, yeah. Verse 1 [Ca$ino] Critically acclaimed underground Im the best, this I stress, rather spit it with a O.G Jet then commerical success and regret or digress from the trill shit that people feel shit in the flesh, wipe me down imma mess retrospect, use to be low pass poe, now I cop passports and take trips, mediocre mind wander off the canibus so I pass and transpire off a fly manuscript, word to Phips I can spit fuck a cough, on the plane first row window seat imma boss, you toliet seat neck pillow soft, yo girl bed-spread pillow talk, if it ain't money speech funny jibber-jaw, flow intricate in the mix puzzle fit jig-saw, can't let my young career nose dive at all, that's damage, imagine cabin pressure on a pluto planet you probably couldn't stand it. [Uh] [CHORUS] Verse 2 [Nesby Phips] (Yeah Yeah.. Look.. Phips) Now hold on I think I been here befoe but don't think I've ever been to this floe, and the view from this window is like nothing I remember, but in the corner was two tender cuddling kittens, one named Rose-Mary the other was Ginger, asking could you please poor more milk for me mister, ain't this about a female feline, just a few strokes on the tail and they'll be fine, so poetically put can't believe a nigga off the porch said it ain't kinetically shook, is that even a term? Man who asked you is it even yo turn, keeping yo mouth closed a make it easy to learn, two ears and one dick sucker, now big brothers watching me but tell me who's watching big brother, surely not father and mother they faithfully falling for others, play between the sheets and get burned.. BOOM.. [CHORUS] Verse 3 [Ca$ino] (Yeah, Uh) They treat me like a test tube baby, product of the late 80's, as if I wasn't plagued with problems, nobody pick pocket prone if I would've been home it be a batch of dead botched arm robbers, just when I thought life was on the up and up and I was focused haters wanna derail my speeding locomotive, tell me what's the motive, driven off jealousy, moms said materials should not be the death of me, big dawg telepathy, audio elevation, this track take you somewhere you can't pack for vacation, you insinuating Ca$ino spit like you when rhyming, that's like comparing a dull dime to a shining diamond, nigga jet defying above all, rest in peace Slim, free Mac beind the walls, like nigga can I ball, dreaming of the G's, kooley high flyy alumni Cochise plus Preach (yeah uh) [CHORUS]