Check. Its 6:26 in the morning. I just made this beat cause I realized I enjoy playing the piano. You know
fuck you. No ones in the room with me right now, so Imma record this myself. Imma try and do this all in one take, so theres not a lot of editing because Im too drunk to edit. And thats just the truth of the matter. All right, lets go.
I said, raps is cold about 20 below
I just realized I dont give a fuck anymore
Used to look into the mirror asking where would this go?
Got big quick kind, of wish that I was taking it slow
It takes balls to go on break from the mold
I guess I did that, still got some dumbass fans who want KIDS back
And I forget that they twelve years old, I must accept that
Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap
I wish life was kind of easier to figure out
I wish it was like Ferris Bueler singing Twist and Shout
I got a couple reasons that Ill stick around
But for the most part this shit is foul
I place my hand on a stove top to see if Im awake
I heard you taking bath salts and eating peoples face
Saw the people I know personally
See they act a certain way because they working for me
And if you take that as a diss, that means Im talking to you
No, I never look down, I got knots in my shoe
Strings, made some money went and bought me a few things
This aint shit Im just doodling
Im sick of going to the movies and people looking at me
Inquire bout some shit that they know they shouldnt ask me
Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting
Like eating was a sin but really beauty lies within
Guess I wouldnt fuck me a fat bitch
I just disagree with you, determining fat is
Want to go to Israel and see if theres a God there
For now Im bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair
Could of been the mayor because Im excellent with politicking
People never say whats on their mind because theyre on a mission
Who do you think you are?
And may God damn your soul if you forgot tradition
Locked inside a box, a prison
Somewhere there I saw a vision
Met this girl with innocence
And stole it while on top of linens
Roger, word to Roger Clemens
That dont mean a thing
Im in love with making melodies but scared to even sing
Freaking judgmental fuck-heads, talking bout my life
You dont know me, and if you did youd say Im nice
Everyone I see always has some cool advice
Bout what theyd do if they were me and all the issues they would fight
You could never phantom what this shit is like
And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke
My kryptonite is me
Yup