[Verse] A pitch-black sky, laptop burning my eye sockets I s** at staying focused with an iPod in my pocket Rushing big time just to release my tape Hope to be televised one day, better increase my game I just wish others would perceive my dedication Your expectations for me are outrageous Yet I'm higher now then an Appalachian I'm ascending into eminence, see?
My presence is trivial in the rap game, I know It's the witching hour, my rap's magical Sleepy, hair feeling really greasy Greedy for love, yet I'm really really needy Blow out the candles the cake I'm handlin' You get three wishes like a genie Chill out, I'm cooler then Coolio After working them long nights in the studio