Intro
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama
Verse
Came up in his shadow, St. Mira’s kid
Now he’s begging me to boost him up, pyramid
Kamsa’s nephew after seven
That’s some fickle-crown shit
Leftover from the heavens
That’s some trickle-down shit
This body is high quality
Better pay for your frivolity
Coin a tollbooth that’s a polity
Lift a tree up that’s a prodigy
I might grab this whole damn forest
And I’ll drop you in that pot of ghee
Muscle in the family, aristocracy
Bivassalar system, don’t feud, talk with me
Saying go die, go to hell, plutocracy?
Better hope no Catholic sorry-for-your-loss-es me
‘Causе if someone crosses mе
Number one embosses me
You’re a crit fail, hypocrisy
I don’t care about popular opinion, no democracy
No matter who your god is, apostasy
Chorus
Thinking I’m your little sidekick cousin, think I’m Balarama?
All your little side chicks buzzing, not that melodrama
You’re my baby brother, go find Mommy—
Want an older woman? Hit Rukmini
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Verse
Trying to butter me up with your clarified ghee?
I’m opaque, you can’t clarify me
Tweety birds out here, you can’t verify me
Grew up in a cornfield, you can’t rarify me
No funnel in the sky, you can’t clarify me
Duochrome bee
Thorax size D
Wax poetic but you’ll never queen me
I’m dancing up a storm, Daksinakali
Durga’s my biggest fan, she’s a whole damn army
Lightning come down from the sky if you harm me
Little private but I’m not afraid of breaking rank
Call me moneybags ‘cause Yamuna’s breaking bank
He’s trying to be the rumor, he forgot
I like my boys in weight class light
Calling me Geeta Kumari Phogat
'cause I don’t trust a man I can’t take in a fight
Chorus
Thinking I’m your little sidekick cousin, think I’m Balarama?
All your little side chicks buzzing, not that melodrama
You’re my baby brother, go find Mommy—
Want an older woman? Hit Rukmini
Outro
Well, Balarama hard-hitter, Balarama mace
Balarama make up for it, in your fucking face
Balarama scavenger, Balarama brute
Balarama answers all the questions on Kahoot (Ace)
Balarama shadow, Balarama scared
Harry Potter, mirror image, soul gets bared
Balarama headache, Balarama beat
Hall-of-Famer autographing with my feet
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama
Verse
Came up in his shadow, St. Mira’s kid
Now he’s begging me to boost him up, pyramid
Kamsa’s nephew after seven
That’s some fickle-crown shit
Leftover from the heavens
That’s some trickle-down shit
This body is high quality
Better pay for your frivolity
Coin a tollbooth that’s a polity
Lift a tree up that’s a prodigy
I might grab this whole damn forest
And I’ll drop you in that pot of ghee
Muscle in the family, aristocracy
Bivassalar system, don’t feud, talk with me
Saying go die, go to hell, plutocracy?
Better hope no Catholic sorry-for-your-loss-es me
‘Causе if someone crosses mе
Number one embosses me
You’re a crit fail, hypocrisy
I don’t care about popular opinion, no democracy
No matter who your god is, apostasy
Chorus
Thinking I’m your little sidekick cousin, think I’m Balarama?
All your little side chicks buzzing, not that melodrama
You’re my baby brother, go find Mommy—
Want an older woman? Hit Rukmini
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Verse
Trying to butter me up with your clarified ghee?
I’m opaque, you can’t clarify me
Tweety birds out here, you can’t verify me
Grew up in a cornfield, you can’t rarify me
No funnel in the sky, you can’t clarify me
Duochrome bee
Thorax size D
Wax poetic but you’ll never queen me
I’m dancing up a storm, Daksinakali
Durga’s my biggest fan, she’s a whole damn army
Lightning come down from the sky if you harm me
Little private but I’m not afraid of breaking rank
Call me moneybags ‘cause Yamuna’s breaking bank
He’s trying to be the rumor, he forgot
I like my boys in weight class light
Calling me Geeta Kumari Phogat
'cause I don’t trust a man I can’t take in a fight
Chorus
Thinking I’m your little sidekick cousin, think I’m Balarama?
All your little side chicks buzzing, not that melodrama
You’re my baby brother, go find Mommy—
Want an older woman? Hit Rukmini
Outro
Well, Balarama hard-hitter, Balarama mace
Balarama make up for it, in your fucking face
Balarama scavenger, Balarama brute
Balarama answers all the questions on Kahoot (Ace)
Balarama shadow, Balarama scared
Harry Potter, mirror image, soul gets bared
Balarama headache, Balarama beat
Hall-of-Famer autographing with my feet
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
Balarama (Hey)
( Mirakula )
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