Spose - Can’t Get There From Here Lyrics
Everybody throw your hands up right now and make some God damn noiseHailing from the state, of ocean and lakesGet ready for those good rhymes and metaphors, the state of Maine changing the gameMaking music good for your brain, so open your earlobesHere's Spose![Verse 1:]With no rims on the whip, and no collagen lipsI rip through the state of Maine with the halogens litI'm not Rick but I spit SlickI'm raving and making the fakest of rappers who thinkin they're singing my shit quick, quick, all aboardFrom the state where they think we all mate with our cousinsWith no indoor plumbing, moose by the bakers dozensWe got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, b-b-bonds bonds rocking long johns, fat verses over purchase 30 racks of beersMade peers laugh and cheer throw a hand up in the atmosphereCause everybody knows my name like the cast of CheersBut they say I shouldn't rap from here, I made it finallyPuffed all kind of leaves, whack rapper time to leaveRhymes sick - lyme diseasePine trees, skate railsWheremostly white trophy wives rock fake nails and bake salesAnd all the haters say Spose -[Chorus:]Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)More delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical(But you can't get there from here)You must of lost your mindI mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't(But you can't get there from her)You're from the most eastern most northern most boredered some stateYou can't be great (You can't get there from here)[Verse 2:]From where teenage moms and their babies dwellWhere people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pillsWhere the wives get beaten no one hears them yellAnd it's not Compton or Brooklyn or A-T-LWe spend most times weaning cause the coastline's scenicBut the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimicStill I put my life in rhyme form and recorded itOn my debut and stayed true to my coordinatesNo, never recorded it, ask my subordinatesSince back when my weed had more seeds than tournamentsI'm going for the gold, as if that wasn't obviousAnd stopping Spose, that's like trying to handcuff an octopusWake up every morning, wrote a new verseEven if I wasn't winning I wasn't a loserLook if you want to excel (2XL) like huge shirtsDoesn't matter what your zip code isJust do work[Chorus:]Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical(But you can't get there from here)You must of lost your mindI mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't(But you can't get there from here)You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked stateYou can't be great (You can't get there from here)[Verse 3:]You can't get down from here without magical poofI google maps'd it I'm there maxin'I've seen them laughing at, the main attraction and when I die they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absenceSteered off course, ***** your path I'm the captain,Crunch time all day cereal with my actionsNo need for lucky charms, just a bit of passionThe make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxinYeah fools, fools, use Trix on silly rabbitsDid it just for Kix when I started out rappingAnd I grew up in Maine so they said that'll never happenBut we got the alphabet too and I'm nasty[Chorus:]Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine?You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here)Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical(But you can't get there from here)You must of lost your mindI mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't(But you can't get there from here)You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked stateYou can't be great (You can't get there from here)Or so they sayTo my cam grovesStiky-1F4And to them mother*****in Educated AdvocatesKeep keep onTo lab 7Luch and elizaJust keep keep onTo my man foodstampKeep keep on and on and on and on
