Chukwudi Hodge - Skitzo lyrics

Skitzo Simmer I think you need to simmer Simmer You might just wanna simmer Simmer I think you need to simmer Before I go Skitzo I'm just a hippies' baby Born about the eighties The Boomers' juniors s**ing psychedelics out their hooters Must have been in their milk Peace-loving and tripping balls Had us growing up different Kept limping up and down them halls Heard I came out with a blunt in my mouth And I lean to the left A green little [?] [?] [?] Got a fixation on tryna fix fake sh** Room full of lies, club full of fake tits Mother loved p-funk Daddy was gang sh** So I was born on a low ride space ship Out here promoting love With a pistol on me so what? When my hoodie's up won't catch me slipping pimping best of luck Busboy brilliant, stockroom ratchet Pushing a pack of the pills fast, sh** Just trying to come up with that extra buck Had a couple bad ones baffling anyone who be wonderin' what the women I be havin' look like Strippers, skaters, painters, PhD-candidates and [?] lookalikes Street demonstrators, pickets protests so left so sweet so blessed Ah yes, so somebody say something outta pocket Why you gotta talk sh** Watch it I got what they wanting ‘cause I change it up so often Skitzo Feels so Guns N' Roses I could love them or could off them Skitzo Simmer I think you need to simmer Simmer You might just wanna simmer Simmer I think you need to simmer Before I go Skitzo I'm happy I'm feeling glad I got some papers, grapes and songs I made and they all in my bag Got the roaches fumigated but face it they common as crack They just like haters, you could smoke them but they crawling on back I know ‘cause I was raised to see faking Had the eighties never seen Reagan Wouldn't be no fiends hanging on my street begging Yup crack era babies lie to my partners [?] training But I can't blame on them Get money made slinging Might as well keep banging Got no filter, God I'm lost, ga**ing like the Holocaust Womanizer, dick supplier, my co*ktails are Molotov Mugging at the next dude Helping mama with her bags Tryna avoid the drama but what the f** is he looking at? [Spanish] That's what they all be pledging on my lines Like they f**ing betas Hey, can't we all be friends? No? Well get the f** up out my way then I got what they wanting ‘cause I change it up so often Skitzo Feels so Guns N' Roses I could love them or could off them Skitzo Simmer I think you need to simmer Simmer You might just wanna simmer Simmer I think you need to simmer Before I go Skitzo Whoa whoa wait up wait up wait up wait wait Is that that motherf**ing Diggs over there? Hey, yo Diggs Imma need you [Daveed Diggs] Yeah Look I'm just a baby hippie Thug so I got a pistol with me Put it at your temple, pray my fingers ain't feeling too slippery Ever since he was grinching, guess that made me the Lorax Sadly, lifted away one day ‘til we met up in Whoville to make more tracks A pastor preaching sin, eating peaches for hours Gonna f** her face off, patiently lay her up on a bed of flowers And you can count the ways it's wrong But sh** I'm only rapping Mindlessly babbling The greatest statements that have ever happened Both [?] walking this line, paranoid as f**, terrified as sh** In the back of our mind we know someone be coming for every motherf**er who'll be on that real spit Tryna tell me Pac and B.I.G. weren't skitzo man the f** you talking The direct effects is Dear Mama and All About U bumping on the same Walkman But they don't remember that post-digital, post-critical, post-race, post post modern Post [?] post like posing for a picture we'll be catching up in post production This how we function as a modern myth for your consumption Got the subs up in your trunk bumping like I'm a personality descending from on top of the hood jumping I got what they wanting ‘cause I change it up so often Feels so Guns N' Roses I could love them or could off them Skitzo Simmer I think you need to simmer Simmer You might just wanna simmer Simmer I think you need to simmer Before I go Skitzo