Buck 65 - On All Fours Lyrics
There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chasesSo I don't go around blowing smoke in people's facesRather than acting like a pest to your spouseI'll conduct my behavior like I'm a guest in your houseNo matter what 'cause I found out you'll learnIt's your ass in the future if you fart on someone's furnitureNot everyone thinks having no class is funnyA fool is an outcast when he outlasts his moneyI dress like an old man but so what and lord knowsI love little babies and I cry at award showsIt's nice to hear sad songs played on the pianoI'm a fan of the fine arts and John GaillianoI use mere ? attempts to, to dispel on the powersOf evil and believing, smelling the flowers evenLife is a flagrant, a thug will get stagnantSo follow your nose and savior the fragranceI don't act hard and waste time with irrelevanceOr underestimate the audience's intelligenceI do what I do with skill and sincerityI am what I am, not a fraud or a parodySo I don't act hard and waste time with irrelevanceOr underestimate the audience's intelligenceI just do what I do with skill and sincerity
