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[Verse 1] Swollen Pockets, inflation of pocksectomy Caught from constant sweatin' of me which I fought with anti-perspirant A total loss, cuz it only works when sweat is physical not mental And when its mental potential disorder Like H20 = Water it's sorta on the border of the Vapors One day, chillin' at Green Acres Me and the fellas just cruisin' through Sound system blastin' as usual I saw this chick, she was legit, she was wit' The Pillsbury Dough Boy, I mean her boyfriend She played him like a marshmellow when she said, "Oh gosh! There go Phase!" and rushed me like a quarterback Asked me for my autograph, I laughed Pulled out my pen, asked her where she wanted it She lifted up her shirt and said "Write it on my stomach" Swollen Pockets... [Verse 2] How can I make a livin'? Letras de cancionesSellin' drugs, performin' at clubs Or makin' license plates in prison? I chose b) see? So now I'm good to G-O Where's the brother with my dough? He tried to snow me in a sum of Miami He d-e-efinitely gets a eye jammy, word to Granny I speak the truth, ask Dr. Ruth Westheimer, unless you're kinda funny, honey, speak to a comedian cuz you're disobedient I'm on a F-Train, or you might see me in a Blazer with Phase written on the side and slippin' and slidin' in sauce Writing with force Rhythm take control, it's yours Swollen Pockets... [Verse 3] You sniff and sneeze and cough And [?] medicine Tylenol, Excederin Dristan and Buffrin, didn't do nothin' I'm still suffering I'm not a star, cuz stars seem to fall Like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar I stand tall And high, but keep a low pro' I'm not a baker, but I still roll the dough I'm solo, single, I like to mingle Pockets bulked like Hulk, played by Lou Ferrigno I'm sick of this, it's gettin' quite ridiculous You're sweatin' me, gettin' me steamed, makin' it seem like I'm arrogant, conceited and obnoxious It's not my fault, it's the result of Swollen Pockets... From Letras Mania