Look into my eyes
Tell me what do you see, you see
I'm looking in your mind
And i'm looking for me, for me (x2)

Pray to god and i roll out
Low profile restless i feel like my old style
Debt collectors they owe now!
Down in so cal, you would expect that i'd slow down!
But that might be a problem
Tell mama we the wrong role models
Heaven gone stick us up
Spent too much time not giving fucks now the jig is up
I stay twisting up, skate on thin ice but i kiss the cup
Yo listen up i'm ‘bout to bounce
with a million plus and keep going
And when she asked if I rap
yo i said fuck that, i'm a poet y'all just go
with the motions like
Oh damn, running around the house
with no pants, cooking on maschine that's my program
Been trying to advance
so when shit hits the fan i can sit in the sand
with my toes in
I feel chosen
Rastafari yeah smokin'
I ain't tryna hear none of yo bullshit
Son i just came back from the ocean!
Like oh shit!
Move that language round so blasé
Y'all ain't gon' fly with my posse
So keep yo' distance compadre
I got to-do lists, i got laundry
You distracting looking like a barbie
And i just wanna twist up, maybe parlay
Come fix me up it's been a long day
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