B. Corder - Ova 'N Out lyrics

My competition has a weaker composition I just want you to listen I'm not fishin' for compliments My whole mantra is common sense Hard work, raw talent Then rise to prominence Super villain Laid back with my group and chillin' Curing this world of cold Sonic Penicillin 2 pill seroquil Take away my feelings Dream of touching the sky I hit my head on the ceiling But I still try and try to Touch the sky with my mental Got my head up in the clouds Like I fly Continental United We Stand For liberty and progression But even Uncle Sam Couldn't stop this recession But I think I found a quick way To ease this short depression Giving thanks for good fortune Alcohol in my possession Six pack in my backpack Handle in my hand I'm stackin' bread and bu*ter As i write these slow jams But these boys don't understand That I'm a grown man I spit the truth like the Bible, Torah and the Koran And in my short lifespan I've seen a whole lot Kids who either Snort a line of coke or they smoke pot Steppin' into clubs That smell like bud We get so shot Friends and guitars plus loud We call that stoned rock 1st semester so hot That I'm in a white-t But I'm in some blue jeans Lookin' like Dan E That stands for Englert That's my business partner Down at the U I'm not talking 'bout Harvard Young entrepreneurs Somewhat Shawn Parkerish Some day Shawn Carter rich You work hard We work harder b**h Yeah You're workin' hard But I'm workin' harder Still spittin' through the wire Like Hirk and carver 305 boy I leave you no doubt Watch my jet take off Up Ova and Out