Grown aka flan county fka groan Lyrics

Yeah that's that real shit

That down south feel that shit 'suff

They said if you're flartin

Doesn't agree with your body

But my laughing agrees with this rhyming

I can't believe you came here to listen to a song called groan

Aren't you a grown-ass homosapien

Acting alien on the planet, damnit

I can't believe he came with a rhyme like this

But i did, but i did

It's dry as fuck

Right-click delete repeat

I'm falling for everything i see on the screen these days

Deep in a haze

Riding around the town with my shades on

Cause the sun's so bright

Making my face get wrinkled up like i was turning 45

That's five years from now, clown

I'm still young and mad and fine and in my prime

Cause i be dropping that rhyme

Rite

And i bang on thangs like your girl

With the diamond wrang

Yeah i bang on her too

She's sangin thing one and thing two up on her chin

Danglin

Strange, what did he mean by that

I just meant that she was on my jack

And it wasn't wack

Your girl is my music

That's why i leave the brown blueprint on her

That dookie stain that dookie stain

Do you think it's gross

Does it make you wanna vomit no

I didn't think so

Cause you know i be rubbing that afro

Down south with my mouth

And you know you're just gonna hit it

After you get cummin

Home from the bar soused off a couple of cocktails

With the homies from the work

Twerkin butt naked, me and your girl getting flaky

You wonder what that smell of sweat was

That was me on your girl, cuz

It's so fuckin' silly but it's fun to rap aboutin' in'it

You could believe it or you could just dismiss it

But you know the thing about whiff trophy is jizz

I know i'm such a bitch

You're listening to a song called grown, grown-ass man or woman

Shit, would i call names out on the track like this

Maybe i would christopher columbus

I can't believe you celebrate that holiday

Motherfuckin' bullshit

Celebrate the pagan way

Celebrate when the sun rises and the sun sets

And the eclipses and the comets are on us

Pressin' down like can you even believe the immensity of the cosmos at night

The distance your eyes can see is so tiny

I'm not trying to talk down on ya

Cause the universe is already talking down hard on us

Pressed together neckin when your man was down at the checkers drinkin

I'm just kiddin

I'm sinkin' my balls deep into your girl y'all

Always whiff trophy cuttin' up

It doesn't see the thing is it doesn't matter

That's why i rap about that bland shit

Cause i'm just trying to point out that sex is friendship

It's just a privilege for people who are trusted enough to come in

Clappin' nuts on the butts slappin'

It's all a metaphor for just interactin', listenin'

Being present in the moment

Honing in, being honest

That's a play on words for your visual

Cause i think like that

I'm the digital midget, right

No, i'm the digital giant

See i did it again

But i'm not just trying to flaunt like i know a lotta shit

It's so dumb the rhymes are just hammy as nads

But the jams isn't bad

It's gonna be over in a second

So i'm gonna take a sip of beer and just rap off the top of my dome

Click if you stay with me

Whiff trophy live stream

Sike, turn on your high beams

Lemme try to rap for ya

The amount of privilege that i derive for rapping on wax

Is un-mesurable in terrestrial facts

Too complex

The matrix is too algorythmic

That's why we can't grasp it with our mind

Cause it's too complicated, sated

From listening to rhymes

Feels better when there's a beat

But if you're here you can feel the beat in your heart cause

I rapped about art earlier when it wasn't on record

The recording takes the soul out of things

And that's why i do my tracks like this

So it'll ring in the cerebrum way deep

Making the chakras vibrate

Makin'

So i've come back for it

Lemme crank that on so i can hear it in my ears

And feel it reel

Can you believe in that

You gonna let me rhyme on this

Yes

Lemme rhyme on it for the last little bit y'all

I still got a dancefloor platter goin

I hear a pitter-patter in your bones

I always come back to rhyming about your body

Cause it turns me on so much

Gets me feelin not that n- word but that get-in-ya

I don't wanna talk anymore

I just wanna get in ya

On the floor

Oh that's the ice machine

Yeah, i mean you know

I gotta record my songs in a room with an ice machine

So it doesn't get too hot, right

Who keep it cool