Yeah, I'm in the wrong 30 mile south of Malibu
Pace it around, tryina make something powerful, yeah
I sit awake, begged on the showers stool
The cookie face king I just surgically got his crown removed
Get up and go to the john
My only worry is the frequency my vocal is on
And my lady gets her hair cut to the local saloon
And doesn't have to hide from ice and some ??? rhyme
Dang, I feel a strange kinship to every man
Heavy hand, tremble my memories, need a steady cam
My mind made clothes, and videos to R. Kelly hair
Barely have time to think, the world moves very fast
And life is a mystery stool, I'm on the airplane on the social delivery queues
Fool, I can drink a whole infinity pool
And making pa**ion bar speeches from a rickity stool
Tryina make sh** that sounds grand
Budapest with the same hand that slams his computer desk
And every day I'm bumping cinnamon girl
Tryina promote these rap shows when it's the end of the motherf**ing world
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
Now I know you're gone, got your makeup on
And you're not coming back
I seen a lot of sh** disappear, real pimp I'm 34 on earth
But measure me in Venus years
I'm so right brain that can't grow a gip and beard
I wonder if I balance sh** out, would things seem as weird
They say it is above as it is below
My skin is so hot but my heart beat is 10 below
In the cold, ??? dreaming about a centerfold
I answer the only questions it's easy as to pretend to know
It's hard being brick and mortar creatures
My thoughts have to fit in phones and through computer speakers
It's pretty geek about my LA weekly
Feature I showed it to my dad, my barber and my piano teacher
I'm tryina get discovered like a neck to bag
The cookie face king can't remember where preceptors at
Eyes mad low, green wide, is just like a gesture
Cat got ??? my chin is a testarack
I'm tryina tour for 3 weeks into mobile homes
This child past gets mile, a peach and some Provalone
Talk to myself loud and speak into ??? tone
My inner monologue is calm, speech from the golden globes
Some folks leave rap and never look back
If you tried it yourself, you would have understood that
Make films, play ball right or even cook crack
My famous homies pick the right sh** to get good at, yeah
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
You used to be one of the raps and ones and I liked you for that
Now I know you're gone, got your makeup on
And you're not coming back
(x2)
My computer club nights, forever
Not gonna die, we just multiply
Forever, forever, forever, forever
And ever, and ever, and ever, and ever