Spam - Malik Montana

Spam in the place where I live (ham and pork) Think about nutrition, wonder what's inside it now (oh boy) Spam in my lunchbox at work (it's the best) Really makes a darn good sandwhich any way you slice it at all If you're running low, go to the store Carry some money to help you buy more The tab is there to open the can The can is there to hold in the spam Oh, spam on the table at home (ham and pork) Think about selection, are there different flavors now (let's eat) Spam in my office at work (it's the best) Think about the stuff it's made from, wonder if it's some kind of meat If you need a spoon, keep one around Carry a thermose to help wash it down Now, if there's some left, don't just throw it out Use it for spackle or bathroom grout, now Spam in my pantry at home (have some more) Think of expiration, better read the label (oh boy) Spam breakfast, dinner, or lunch (it's the best) Think about how it's been pre-cooked, wonder if I'll just eat it cold Now, once you start in, you can't put it down Don't leave it sitting or it'll turn brown The key is going to open the tin The tin is there to keep the spam in Oh, spam (spam) Ham and pork Think about nutrition, wonder what's inside it now (oh boy) Spam (spam) It's the best Really makes a darn good sandwhich any way you slice it Spam in the place where I live (have some more) Think about addiction, wonder if I'm a junkie now (let's eat) Spam in the place where I work (you're obsessed) Think about the way it's processed, wonder if it's some kind of meat Spam in the back of my car (ham and pork) Spam any place that you are (ham and pork) Spam any place that you are (ham and pork) Spam any place that you are (ham and pork)

It sucks to see you're doing okay I wanted to be the one To move on and Rub it in your face And our ten year reunion Is still seven years away I know it's immature to hope that your Happiness is a phase And I always knew That it all boiled down to I'm not enough for you I am coated in blame At the end of it all I'm still answering spam calls Just in case it's your voice Saying my name Your voice saying my name It sucks to hear you've worked on yourself I think back to the time When I knew you and it's like You were somebody еlse You were my artificial high But I thought you wеre my finish line You went up Now I'm just looking for a way out And I always knew That it all boiled down to I'm not enough for you I am coated in blame At the end of it all I'm still answering spam calls Just in case it's your voice Saying my name Your voice saying my name When I see you walk in To our old school again I hope you'll walk in alone And I hope that I won't And when you cross the room And ask if I miss you I hope I say that I don't That's unlikely, I know I've had bad luck in letting you go At the end of it all I'm still answering spam calls Just in case it's your voice Saying "hello" But that's unlikely, I know That's unlikely, I know

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)