Scent of Loud (Chopped & Screwed Remix) (Remix)

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[Chorus]
It's like this and that and this and up
It's like this and that and this (what's up!)
Attention students, listen close to the announcement:
Marijuana in the lounge, a scent we can pronounce (stink!)
Graffiti on the wall, Carol’s feeling the hate
"Bitch you ain't my mom," now we're sealing the fate!
(Seal it up!)

[Verse 2]
(Who's that?)
Now let’s talk about Sammy Dunn, the father of the frame
The family gun's the only thing that’s keeping the name (bang!)
Passed down through the lineage, the hunting gear’s old
Ancestors knew the border was porous and cold (frozen!)
Everyone screaming "Poor us!" while the line stays thin
Southern border’s a sieve, let the chaos begin (let it in!)
Miley’s in a fight, the biggest and the best
Tonight I'm feeling sloppy, put the copycats to rest (stop it!)
Why you got your hand out? No more handouts, son
The cycle of the beggar is a race that's already run (done!)
"My ass is just stretching," that’s the excuse you gave
While you're digging a hole, just a tenant in a grave (deep!)
You don't know the blessings till you look past the blue
See a man standing tall while the fans play the glue (stick it!)
Put you in some jams, and I ain't talking 'bout the threads
Not those eighties-style shirts, put the fashion to bed (sleep!)

[Verse 3]
(Get gritty)
I’m a little bit tasty, a taste of the metallic (blood!)
Iron in the mouth, the sensation is phallic (raw!)
S*** up in the nose, piss leaking in the wound
The symphony of agony, the melody is tuned (pain!)
Soaking in the cold, you’re a ghost on the street
Lost on a road where the memories retreat (gone!)
White-out blizzard, the frostbite is biting
The internal dialogue is a violent writing (shiver!)
Knocking on a stranger's door, praying for the heat
Begging for a sanctuary, a place to retreat (let me in!)
Don't leave the rest to go, just eat the rest of the meal
The hunger in the stomach is the only thing real (starving!)
I’m gonna eat and believe, and the cheese is the best
Man, that's what's good, put the hunger to rest (cheesy!)
Now the door is open wide and the air is getting thin
Can I go upstairs and suck on your titties now? (win!)

[Bridge]
(Wait, what?)
From the lounge to the border, from the gun to the ghost
The one who’s the least is the one who does the most (the most!)
From the buns in the pocket to the blood in the mouth
The narrative is shifting, we're heading down

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[Verse 1] (Yeah, check it) Scent of loud in the lounge, it’s a pungent aroma (stink!) Teachers in a panic, the faculty’s in a coma (wake up!) Graffiti on the tiles, a visceral display "Fappin' in your face Carol!"—what the hell did he say? (wild!) "Bitch you ain't my real mom," the ink is still wet Public Enemy Number One, the safest of bets (on it!) My friends are super freaks, they’re plunderin' the hoard While the nuns got the buns, yeah, the dinner rolls scored (thick!) Yams in the pockets, cake on the hip Left cheek like a menu, let the appetite slip (hungry!) Spatial validity, the curves are a feast From the west of the plate to the east of the beast (yeah!) Sloppy with the flow, this the one you can't copy But you mimic the motion, your footwork is choppy (too slow!) Backside of the handout, you’re reading the fine print But you’re blind to the gold, you can't even see the glint (blind!) [Chorus] It's like this and that and this and up It's like this and that and this (what's up!) Attention students, listen close to the announcement: Marijuana in the lounge, a scent we can pronounce (stink!) Graffiti on the wall, Carol’s feeling the hate "Bitch you ain't my mom," now we're sealing the fate! (Seal it up!) [Verse 2] (Who's that?) Now let’s talk about Sammy Dunn, the father of the frame The family gun's the only thing that’s keeping the name (bang!) Passed down through the lineage, the hunting gear’s old Ancestors knew the border was porous and cold (frozen!) Everyone screaming "Poor us!" while the line stays thin Southern border’s a sieve, let the chaos begin (let it in!) Miley’s in a fight, the biggest and the best Tonight I'm feeling sloppy, put the copycats to rest (stop it!) Why you got your hand out? No more handouts, son The cycle of the beggar is a race that's already run (done!) "My ass is just stretching," that’s the excuse you gave While you're digging a hole, just a tenant in a grave (deep!) You don't know the blessings till you look past the blue See a man standing tall while the fans play the glue (stick it!) Put you in some jams, and I ain't talking 'bout the threads Not those eighties-style shirts, put the fashion to bed (sleep!) [Chorus] It's like this and that and this and up It's like this and that and this (what's up!) Attention students, listen close to the announcement: Marijuana in the lounge, a scent we can pronounce (stink!) Graffiti on the wall, Carol’s feeling the hate "Bitch you ain't my mom," now we're sealing the fate! (Seal it up!) [Verse 3] (Get gritty) I’m a little bit tasty, a taste of the metallic (blood!) Iron in the mouth, the sensation is phallic (raw!) S*** up in the nose, piss leaking in the wound The symphony of agony, the melody is tuned (pain!) Soaking in the cold, you’re a ghost on the street Lost on a road where the memories retreat (gone!) White-out blizzard, the frostbite is biting The internal dialogue is a violent writing (shiver!) Knocking on a stranger's door, praying for the heat Begging for a sanctuary, a place to retreat (let me in!) Don't leave the rest to go, just eat the rest of the meal The hunger in the stomach is the only thing real (starving!) I’m gonna eat and believe, and the cheese is the best Man, that's what's good, put the hunger to rest (cheesy!) Now the door is open wide and the air is getting thin Can I go upstairs and suck on your titties now? (win!) [Bridge] (Wait, what?) From the lounge to the border, from the gun to the ghost The one who’s the least is the one who does the most (the most!) From the buns in the pocket to the blood in the mouth The narrative is shifting, we're heading down

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