World’s Fair
Текст песни Sammy Sosa

Yeah, man, peace, peace, peace be with you
Listen, man, yeah we're cooling off, but I call window
I'm not trying to sit bitch
If I want the news
I call I want the window seat
Like if I do
You feel me? I'm done, not about you
That's how you gonna call me
Don't really call me
Listen to me record me
I'm trying, you know what I mean
I'm trying to let the soundtrack to my music

Yo, yo one day I'll be careless
Next day I'm meticulous
Cool call me collected
Won't stay that ridiculous
I can't fly close to the sun
I end up like Iccarus
Y'all can't stand that solo power
My flow devour shit it's a must!
And a gentleman gets drunk and lose all social filters
A local killer go impose through no I know is iller
You think I'm wavy then I'm surfing on those surfaces
I'm lurking through your nervous system pinpointing your nervousness.
Can't stop the blood flow, oh won't get a turn to kick
No doctors no herbal list can stop me be a murderess
Understand my purposes, no sun, no sand, no Berkowitz
I'm more galactic eating planets, aham, earth it is
Force up in my services, watch how hard I work for this!
Watch out hoe, they watching my pockets
And know my purposes
Maverick like I'm... ski when I score
Wanting more my DIE for sure but it's worth the risk

Yo, split the arrow with the mind of the
Double battle collateral horse power devour flowers
And my Nike and barrow flow tidier than carols
Pussy be a modest a goddess
Chilling talents with Nicky Steam what a simple scene
I'm scoring forty over Shorties so they triple team
Gee no bravo no bottle but still the triple bean
No simple essential instrumentals must fit the team
Bad for your mental like liquor lovin and nicotine
Then I see more at your daughter
So influential like we know what
Who you calling? We be balling like Steve Austin
I'll afford your life for another night

I'm assuming I have a thing for women straight quiet
Just caravanning down their face while I'm straight dying
I'm fucking laughing, honey
Consider myself upper class when I said match the money!
Eating fruits with funny yogurts threw up on Shorty, show me
We're living lavish let me Skype in all the way from Paris
Give me, Paris!
Bonjour, nigger, my view so magnifique
Tell he made a look, or at least he try to groove for me
We're snacking on macaroons for Nikie D
Big Mac till the Delta Gree how you're living B?
Still go to the same ball I'm still spoken that'
Bet I put on shoes like an old god singing like Jerry
I'm not your Ruby Rose...
Move Barcelona, please my skin like Sammy Sosa
Sexy three home runs, callate la boca