Sounds so crazy... Fifty pull-ups on the pull up bar When I hit award shows I wanna pull up a star Tank on e, got no time to bump Song runnin' on fumes cuz I live life once Duct tape in the trunk of, my corrupted mental Mood swingin' lyrics like a woman on the menstrual Gold line sleepin', union station, metro Skateboard push sneaks, high top retros Special, but can't blend in like a gecko Fans runnin' up to me askin' bout my next show Like, let me grab my friends and let's go Rap is my passion, fuck tryin' to impress ho's Reach for the stars like nasa moon walkin' While you runnin' ya mouths with ya goons talkin' Backstage with left brain in my own 'preme And the haters is goin' to sleep, they gonna dream soon
I can't breathe I'm, claustroflowbic Give me space I'm, claustroflowbic Fame is a closet and I'm, claustroflowbic My breath, nigga I lost it cuz I'm, claustroflowbic
Left pinky in the brain News to the strain Doggy to the dane, great Tony the tiger cereal boxes, I ate Flip the quarter, it's two faced Two rows, two gates Whichever I choose is a new fate New love isn't new hate She got a cute face Bad attitude with a "how that cute taste" Gettin' at her, spittin' at her Yeah, how the boot taste Gingivitis, toothache Mouthwash, toothpaste Breathin' on 'em Spittin' hot flows like the heat is on 'em Pretty hood like I dickie wife beated on 'em Teemin' material like a cousin skeeted on 'em Don't lie, don't hide Won't lie, won't die Cuz my music is alive Won't lie, won't die Cuz my music is alive