Charles Hamilton - Emotional Distress lyrics

Of all the things I gotta put up with Look up It's dude in the sky, I'm on my good luck sh** Yup, only time can tell if my mind can prevail from my mind's little hell Well let's see, next week I'm still Charles The week after, yup, see I'm still Charles Oh, I owe you nothing, I just spelled Ohio I know you probably think that I got a lot of b**hes cause I'm rocking this pink It'd be a lot worse if I'd of copped me a mink And I love it that my hair could possibly kink if you comb it Cause only I own it It's my crown homie, only I know where my crown is Put you on notice, you're now rocking with the supernatural poet You don't like it, then blow it, I'm going I gotta be cool I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know) I follow the rules, and it's about time you follow mine I got so much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time In so little time Come on and groom me A nice grip of Simone and my family And I always have to keep me a Plan B It means what it means So it means what I means, real n***as understand me I love me, hate my life and accept it all So don't expect anything less from Charles But only the best of bars and promotion That's extra hard, so guard on Like a backward swordsman Back and forth that's how I rap, I'm more than... Nice, rice, I could've been seeing green Bo know homie, I could've been seen the king Or the queen, whatever, how it be Is seen whenever you people dream I'm here, so lonely Top of the world, you people don't owe me I gotta be cool I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know) I follow the rules, and it's about time you follow mine I got so much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time In so little time Somebody tell me why I feel this way When I'm sad How can I chill this way I used to get high, sit by, let time drift by then I took a hit of sick la Ahh, either weed or liars, so jokerish they need some fire to get higher But I let them sit quiet, burn weed, and look at Rich Pryor Damn, I'm the king of life, there is none higher I'm Charles Hamilton, call me sire My desire is never to lose what I got Cause I'm hot, red eyes like Cyclops So that obviously means that my mind's hot And you already know that this rhyme's hot Cause I'm looking at the mic, why don't I stop I gotta be cool I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know) I follow the rules, and it's about time you follow mine I got so much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time So much to gain in so little time In so little time