Beleaf - HypocritiCOOL lyrics

[Verse 1: John Givez] Lately life be feelin' mundane You know, when life be feelin' unchanged Unaware of the snare, my comfortability Dyin' just to live, this comfort is k**in' me I swear, I want that old thing back You know, that child-like faith, my soul need that Yes Lord We used to mob around the city in a Honda Accord ? sneakin' from his mother house, we used to call it a joy (right) And lately that's been all I'm tryna do Lil' mama fall on through, she say I never follow through And what she sayin' probly true cause I'm a hypocriticool Southern California playalistic cynical Attitude having, rapping with a confused pa**ion Is it for the recognition or to make you recognize The ma**es always prove to be the most ignorant cla**es Word to journey big then turning red searching for the light (right) I'm 'bout to get it jerkin' in the night Where he lurking for the perfect person, pursed to get a bite That's life [Hook: John Givez] (x2) Hypoctiticool Da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da [Verse 2: John Givez] Feel me lik you never saw nothin' This here is like the tallest building, let me fall from it And become a selfless example of what the selfless example is When you're living for yourself (we all frontin') Okay, now, let me hit my Paul Bunyan Chop a tree down that couldn't produce no fruit This is me writin' in my diary Use no nuctose, intolerance Toddlers is drinkin' milk so this is real to you I hope my ramblin' is sweeter pill for you Took the pill from the Matrix, now they callin' me the one The problem with that is apart of me is done with me being worried 'bout the labels Mainly cause they go and come A code of fun is what I'm layin' out The picture that I'm paintin', painfully is playin' out The hypocriticools is the hypocritifools Missin' out on what's important, call it Mississippi Blues A message from me and you [Hook] [Verse 3: Beleaf] Critics be quick to criticize But cripple up with the quickness when checkin' our crooked eyes I capitalize, I know they lies Pants on fire 'till you retire Hands am I a young black boy, the king and higher Bring a sword to my hand, I beat you with each or either See me oh my a, we buildin' up God on this building He's fightin' our battles for us but we're far from chillin' And still need a healin' I'm hypocrite I'm not a heavy drinker but I sip a bit I'm sick of it All these lyin' hips All you stackin' chips to buy yourself some chains and whips Everybody wanna master debate But they take the bait and they lay awake For your sake I say Do not what you say, say not what you do To your own self to be true A message from me to you, uh [Hook]