Tear The Roof Off Testo

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Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto
When I write every pen strokes like fresco
That is sprawled in the walls of your mental
You ain't get the memo, shit
Better checkmate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro
Free my mind like envouge
'Cause I'ma fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone
No string attached from the get go
I'm real, boy like the wish of Jupeto Shit man, I was born a rebel
Been playing this game way before Nintendo
Ever since I could record a demo
Makin’ a mic out of a corded headphone
Got bars locked down with a recorded to release
To make it big from the pen like Gorden Gecko
When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo
I killed that bitch with a Jordan S. flow
How short does that go
Ride around the planet quicker than fucking soaring jet goes
Keep getting louder like more crescendo
The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils
I’m amped now, never had doubts so don't back down
Charge the track so hard it's a black out

As we drift, as we float
We are high in outer space
If your hip to the code
We gon' fly the fuck away
This that shit that you know Got you wylin' off your face
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)

Yo, one life to live, one love to give
You know we got it sorted
Two hands to build, oh man that's real
You know that’s fucking gorgeous
Every second is precious
And life is but a dance
So here’s your chance
To tear the fucking roof off

Big Macca is in beast mode
It’s B.n.E. and my team glows
I stay up just to make love
To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes
I’m a speed boat down a ski slope
Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke
All g’d up, 'cause our VW’s
That one with a candy apple green coat
As far as dreams go, I’m sweet bro
My fam is all I need, yo
I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral
On cloud nine’s where my fleet floats
I got kilo’s of that free hope
It’s Friday and in my brain
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout no Deebo
Let me tell you about my steelo
I'm like Ne-Yo verse Magneto
Having lightening fights at frightening heights
On the top of Jesus in Rio
I’m Han Solo mixed with CeeLo
Smoke Greedo on the D-Low
And when Macca spits I'm immaculate
'Cause I can decode the human genome

As we drift, as we float
We are high in outer space
If your hip to the code
We gon' fly the fuck away
This that shit that you know
Got you wylin' off your face
Oh yeah, (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)

Yo, one life to live, one love to give
You know we got it sorted
Two hands to build, oh man that's real
You know that’s fucking gorgeous
Every second is precious
And life is but a dance
So here’s your chance
To tear the fucking roof off

[?]
Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola
In the desert lookign for a cold cherry cola
Life's hard like a cold areola, my
Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
I think therefore am-putate arms
I’m not always a man with great charm
But I'm [?]
[?]
[?]
Defecated on microphones [?]
So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand
I'm making a stand put me in a [?]
Scam when I break the handcuffs
[?] fake motherfucker [?]
[?] flakes of dandruff
Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face
And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace
If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down
If you think of kicking I'm [?] surgically removing the crown
I'm moving around [?] town
'Cause when I move I never lose any ground
At any given moment [?] studio twelve
[?] liberty bell
[?] heart boulevard
[?]
Watsky and B.n.E
[?] rookies are
Luke Skywalker [?] hand caught in the cookie jar
And now that the days before me
Gonna go in a blaze of glory
[?] the crazy, insane
And then tell an amazing story

Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky
From one geezer to another
Legend