Video Nealburg de Ahnist 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ahnist - Nealburg Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flashback 2009
Boy, your boy was out his mind
Bet your bottom dollar sign
Opposite Optimus Prime
Long hair, Nightwolf
Wrong thing said-right hook
Made videos to keep sane
Still Shook
Mommy bi-polar, pops always working
Brother making moves outta town, sister up growing
In the middle of my own Little Italy, Central Florida Sicily
Strong K2 smoked senselessly
Endlessly in my own frame, hormonal domain
Wasn't into thick girls yet, missed out on dope brain
Still crushing on a red head who since then probably turned lesbian

[Chorus]
Nealburg, boy a natural icon
Memory Klepto, eyes of a python
My lawn pick of the litter, more sweet than bitter
Easy duz it, from the top ropes, E-C-W shit

[Verse 2]
Surrounded by thespians, gluten-free communities
Bruised and beat orderlies, rappers out the boonies
Doing what we can, to get up, toucan
Bloody up the postage, next gen Son of Sam
Shout out the current phase, dead by the latter days
Jump the shark, double parked, mask '97 Kane
Thinking they able, misplacing they L
Liable for surgery, faces 'bout to swell
2nd degree burns on clientele, drifting hard turns while on the cell
Yelling bring Kahuna back, and free Arkel til Kenan leaves SNL
Beyond the pale, pour another, love to kiss and tell
[Chorus]
Nealburg, boy a natural icon
Memory Klepto, eyes of a python
My lawn pick of the litter, more sweet than bitter
Easy duz it, from the top ropes, E-C-W

[Verse 3]
Shitting on 'em is a hobby, from the penthouse to the lobby
Grinding penalty boxes, game Tony Hockey (Hawk-ey)
Permanently cocky, outta necessity
Lack of confidence stuntin' longevity
I pity a fool not goal-oriented
Settled in the parking lot, they shit getting dented
Views transcendental, soul vibrating metal
Crack glass, smack ass, make 'em whistle with kettle
Brave heart, Scoop Squad, Mark extraordinaire
Talk behind my back, slamming yours with a damn chair
T-L-C on you wannabes
L-U-M told me Breeze Em Out with glee
This brown ballistics gel wishing out plenty hell
On the Coulda, Shoulda, Wouldas, well time's past your sail
Catch me in a tank, sippin' ice tea drank
Holding digital bank, all your classed I outrank

[Chorus]
Nealburg, boy a natural icon
Memory Klepto, eyes of a python
My lawn pick of the litter, more sweet than bitter
Easy duz it, from the top ropes, E-C-W shit!