Rehab – Pachino Lyrics
Artist: Rehab
Song: Pachino
Come back here
You sure this thing’s on? I don’t seem to be getting any response
Time might surely come
For the
Number one
Look out
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
You know I’m quick to go syllable-istic
Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next
I flex through text, so turn up my transcript
Danny ran the gambit
Lamping, lab the lab
Down to collab’ on any track you have
I’ve been laughed at for my abstract attack
Actually, they be from what I said way back
The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds
I heard a blue jay just say, “That’s my cousin”
Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain’t nothing happеning
These rhymes of Randy Moss practicing routе-running
But from the couch cushion with the beer
And the sun coming out in the morning
If what’s done in the dark get to look at the light, I’ll keep writing
I’m not a titan, but I’ll spit ’em tight
Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I’ve been given
With all of my might, man, come get it
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
People, they be looking at me like, “What an idiot”
He need to get a better gig, a job that got some benefits
But they don’t really get that I’m a limited edition
Attempted to spit it ever since a little kid could listen
To Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph, kept his attention
Practicing in repetition
Now I’m a lethal weapon chipping away at this existence
And live in any minute, the minute not limited with timidity
No longer interested in any industry entity
It’ll take a shiny diamond, pretty penny just to get with me
Spit it independently
These companies are human centipedes
Stinking, slimy, slippery
Tricking me for the vivid imagery
My intentions are never to say they need venom or synergy
Danny be in the periphery
Jamming in anonymity
Running with raggedy, rugged, rabid personalities
Making it happen, tapping the pads
Rapping it back at the crib in the cabin
Labbing up with Dakota
Said the colder the flow, the better
Let’s go get the cheddar
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
I guess I’m stuck up ’cause I don’t bust what the youngins love
Just a doomcuff from bumcuff Egypt, my bruv
With dreams of a young buck died quick, like, duh
It’s a venom, it’s venus flytrap once you catch that buzz
Hurry, catch a buzz ’cause guilt is all the trail weighs
But a ton of us collapsed under the need to hellraise
Slow learner, low class, fought and got my bell rang
Acting hard, but I was more chitty chitty than bang bang
‘Cause bullets and BBs are just not the same thing
Pumped up with Daisy
Twenty times, the safety
Stays off like the thought process with a brain bleed
Not the sharpest bush axe in the shack, my main squeeze is the M-I-C
I said O-K-E-Ys, and my M-O-U-‘s let’s see
Everything is my muse, I’m five-seven, obese
478 is the zip until Alexander deceased
To say the least, life is a trip around the sun ’til you’re done
So I now shoot from the hypocritical hip we’re equipped with
Is nitwits from Earth
Sick of what we sit with and the anger hurts
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
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From the album:
Danny Boone 3 EP
Release Year: 2021