James Rogers - Self Centered/Twenty-3 lyrics

Self Centered / Twenty-3 Self Centered Verse 1 Life is as heavy as the luggage that you carry on, it's a really short trip Do you really need the vanity and hate inside your carry on? Pressure from society's a b**h This not a shot of jäger but a player feeling very gone, practicing sobriety's a b**h Kim Possible I could die in a sitch, time is irrelative This money ain't real And these people ain't either Fall in love just to find a way to leave you Broke your heart, broke your heart am I evil? I did not leave a hole big enough for me to see through Myself, myself is the cure yes I am, Kim Chi to me you taste better rotten The mind can be a home for the lost and forgotten, end up trading oxygen for some OxyContin [Hook] Do I love myself? Do I love you? Do I love you? Do I hate myself? Isn't this true? Isn't this true? Lucky me I'm a winner Heard you could only find yourself at the center, got a new girl just to f** me for the winter My heart's colder than I remember Verse 2 Am I myself? How do I know? Do I need to be Hugh Hef by Grotto Do I need to find false hope in a lotto ticket Doing anything for these model b**hes My mixtape's sounding like Apollo missions I just know they sleeping on they hollow tippin Is it you or I that determines my existence Ball isn't life when you got no pivot I just wanna ball like the 89' Pistons Make a mockery in my moccasins [?] Friends that changed I just couldn't grow with em, they don't get em What do I care about, well it's hard to say My n***as smoked more trees than all my days And me and mike in the studio every night Til these fans show for the matinée Be humble? Nah f** that Don't talk drive to a n***a with a bus pa** I'm self centered you inline with my nutsack Need you to get up off my dick and my nutsback You drivin slow when you should've just sped off Kings don't get haircuts they get they heads off Illuminate, we don't be late to the stew If you really hot make the sun revolve around you Do I? Do I? Love myself? [x3 (Fades off)] Twenty-3 Verse 1 Yeah Oh sh** I guess these n***as f**in with me now Chris Rock must buy your clothes you actin funny style Never set vowels, but my vowels are lookin well in doubt So no more A O U's need my money now Aloe Vera n***as, stay on my slick sh** Leave a rapper blurred like pixels off in the distance While y'all tryna ball I'm the company making benches We ain't all lost stars may your ignorance be my riches f** Doctor Doolittle, I ain't really talkin to b**hes Wasting my time, mine's worth yours but with some interest Why you gonna hit me up today? If you gonna hit me up inflate so don't f**ing hit me up unless it's p**y on a plate Straight up, they missin shots that I laid up Mr. Black got the instrumental leave it beats by Dre'd up And I stayed up on some nights that I should've slept but it's been a long time since time was something I kept Verse 2 Aaand go An old friend just told me I'm self centered but when you do you feel so long It's obvious that you're self centered Sorry that you're perfect I'll holla just let myself finish Conscious is a prison Apologies are so self centered If this is what I go home to them why even visit? I ain't even got a home to go to. But I'm in my home town so really what does home do? It just feels more like a town that I just don't belong to When you do it on your own man no one owns you So in conclusion is he jealous or is that what thrones do? But I ain't sh** yet I'm still digesting my food I don't trust good days in case it's karma confused I'm paranoid hitting behind by a pair of joys Momma don't hit me with that I'm parent ploy I'm growing up We die as we dream alone so I know what's up b**hes want gold I gave her bronze like Minoan s*uts Verse 3 Tidal graves y'all die in that fetal phase until a new empire's in dire need of some slaves Not afraid of the dark just broken lights in the cave Mindless until we all limeless in the stage like tequila shots You salty as f** n***a I'm hungry and you was the first chicken to cluck n***a You soft you could sleep with the daises you pluck n***a Not hard I'm just plotting genocide don't f** n***as Got the oh so I count my money with an abacus I just wanna tour get built like a platypus, Gladius Sworn got the head of a catalyst It's been a long while since I first ever imagined this Still rapping like I got nothing to do Last time I talked to God I fell asleep in the pew I still don't f** with my dad so that's been a while too Doing me to save time got the mind of Doctor Who [Hook] Lucky me, lucky me I'm a winner Heard you could only find yourself at the center Got a new girl just to f** me for the winter My hearts colder than I remember [x2]