[Hook]
Got my ear to the ground with a head full of of sounds
Mind full of demons, I can't kick 'em out
I'm trying, trust me all I keep trying, I keep trying
Got a group for support and a head full of things
I can't tell the truth cause I know that it stings
I'm lying, can't trust me no more I'm lying, I keep lying
[Verse 1]
With the flip of a coin the decision gets made
Can't understand why we're living this way
But I got round two staring back at me
Happily, so we're about atrophy
And the elbow tips so naturally
Say "trust me, this is how it has to be
I'm not mad at you, you're not mad at me
But other than your little hole where you got to be?"
You stand back with your blank look seconds from shook
Perfected that craft without reading that book
Even looked it up on Google, saw the vid on Youtube
So you know how to smile at boo-boo
And she loves when you execute with perfection
Reciprocation feels like affection
Almost, I nearly believed that one
But paranoia don't feel no hope
And guess what? I forgot the rest of my lines
But I'll remember them the next to next time
Not the second time, I'm talking all about the third
And if this is the chorus, then yes I'm the worth
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[Verse 2]
She's more substance than style, but sh** she's stylish
Look at her rocking all that wow sh**
She's the [???], but I'm fresh too
That's if you consider my dunks to be dress shoes
Sunday morning, no church, but I preach once the Redbull and Vodka starts flirting
For three hours we feeled hella-great
Convinced ourselves we had something to celebrate
Thinly veiled insecurities linger while we sh** talk
Knowing we could shake them some day, cause we're the big dogs
Yeah, and big dogs gotta eat too
Even if you ain't got out, though I'mma seek food
And I'mma eat food, and I'mma be cool
And then I'll probably get shorty like a sequel
Catch me on the flip side once the set's done
And we'll Barak-a-raka like November the fifth
Pop-lockin' cause we still think [???]'s fun
We're not gangstas, we're the young ones
And we still got hope in us, even if we stay broke
Always know that we will stay dope
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
If you've got a problem, solve it, grab that solvent
Ajax, Windex, yeah Palmolive
Clean that cut and I set that bruise
We all get sh**ted on, don't boo-hoo
Those tears are only going to make your beer taste salty
And you're a connoisseur, you like your brew frothy
So knock it off dumb-dumb and get up
We got a rack of cliches, grab your favorite one
We might catch you next year, hosting the kids choice awards
Looking like a god-damn dinosaur
Parents like "What the f** is he whining for?
Or "What the - what the f** is he rhyming for?
That mo-fo shouldn't even be here
He's scaring our kids and he's hurting our ears
I mean, who the heck even drove him here?
Who...Who the heck even drove him here?"
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