[Verse 1:] Zonin out, drift off with me I can't get the beat off of me I puffin blunts living pompously And if I had a million dollars, to be honest I'd be chilling in the same place I always be Ripping mic's cultivates my artistry And every breath I speak is a 100 percent a part of me They say “me rap” is like a major controversy And I'm confused I don't know who I ought to be But if you judge, hold a grudge or look off at me Your nose clog, peeps smell me like peppery And I'm so sorry that my mouth is like the potty Shit on mothafuckas, you know I came here TO PARTY! Partake in this game I swear to God, what I say is insane Out my two right speakers That's my left and right ears You want it, dog?! I get you like a beeper! The heater, I be the people's fuckin speaker Cause you know you hear me and I'm blastin out your speakers Different words, two words you know I am Aretha Franklin, mouthafucka how I blow this shit, ether
[Hook:] Man, I think this feel like a classic Grab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass it And yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappin Cause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captain
[Verse 2:] Why am I so in the zone Like every joint bounce off Logic Pro Gimme more space, five yards like they just got a hold Penalty or encroachment like you never know The soul burnin oyster that's forever glow And I know how they taste, they slide down my throat Yup, at the grill by my house and tied to the coach Lemon squeeze up on the side for this guys and broads That acknowledge that I'm in college but somehow I'm broke And home is nothing like it, there will never be When dudes say that you suck but know they feel the breeze When see those rainbows between they feet And all the bullshit they found fake was pedigree Purebred/pure bread, but some times I find it hard to eat From out of all the studying, blocking my nasty sleep But no voice, when your whole role is supposed to speak Looking in the mirror I'm itching to cop every sneak Yeah, new hoes, like, every week Yeah, they get to drill, the domin before they get to leave Yup, Eighties Baby t-shirts that they get to keep I'm stacked full from Alex and Geoff, thankfully And, my career cruised on cause every time I hand it You know this is gon' blowin I'm like Lohan Too much blow in my system And I can't be Sam But now I'm with man And I stay on my grind to the finish Finish, I feel it every bitch, every inch
[Hook:] Man, I think this feel like a classic Grab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass it And yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappin Cause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captain Yeah, yeah the captainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
