[Intro] Check, 6:26 in the morning I just made this beat because I realized I enjoy playing the piano Ah you know, fuck you. No one is in the room with me right now so I'm gonna to record this myself I'mma try and do this all in one take, there's not alot of editing because I'm to drunk to edit. And that's just the truth of the matter Alright let's go [Verse 1] I said raps is cold about 20 below I just realized I don't give a fuck anymo(re) Used to look into the mirror asking where would this go? Got big quick kinda wish that I was taking it slow It takes balls to go break from the mould I guess I did that Still got some dumb ass fans who want K.I.D.S. back And I forget that they're twelve year old I must accept that Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap I wish life was kinda easier to figure out I wish it was like Ferris Bueller singing "Twist and Shout" Got a couple reasons that I'll stick around But for the most part this shit is foul I place my hand on a stove top to see if I'm awake I heard you taking bath-salts and eating people's 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 I'm talking to you Know I never look down I got knots in my shoe- Strings, made some money and bought me a few things This ain't shit I'm just doodling (ahah) I'm sick of going to the movies and people looking at me Inquire bout some shit that they know they shouldn't ask me Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting Like eating was a sin when really beauty lies within Guess I wouldn't fuck me a fat bitch I just disagree with you, determining fat is Wanna go to Israel to see if there's a God there For now I'm bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair Could of been the mayor because I'm excellent with politics People never say what's on their mind because they're on a mission Who do you think you are? [Verse 2] And may God damn your soul if you forgotten 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 Rocket, word to Roger Clemens That don't mean a thing I'm in love with making melodies but scared to even sing For you judgmental fuckheads talking bout my life You don't know me and if you did you'd say I'm nice Everyone I see always has some cool advice Bout what they do if they were me and all the issues they would fight You could never fathom what this shit is like And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke My kryptonite is me
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