I know I'm an emotionally person People think I'm to myself I'm rehearsin' on the rhyme A mass productionist, a mass production
Pan it more to the left, you go the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the pitch But I don't pitch a bitch sales get derailed And towed an abundance of
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I tried to him but I busted him twice In my trash can and I'm askin' I don't Psychology to see the in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda Me I caught him sleepin' 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye it down
So I can't dilate and that I'm bigger Than but I also have to consider The fact that opposed to him not The peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So what it mean when I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the of my Mayonnaise, the master of my At I have a swing and a few things
On my mind, it's never a good night a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I to be so potent And blow the mic a flow chokin'?
I don't, I'm arrogant and Mouth no token, I'm just a roust I have a house and clout but I come tight But it's routine since few for true
Hip hop, it's a when I drop my style And forget it and forget I got it from And how I got 'em 'cause I'm Stuck on myself and I on my luck
And wealth for health so I don't Explode with stress, I'll you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my is fatter Than the first but I'm a sleepin', rapper in a hearst
I don't wear sarongs in my songs, I The in verses an I used to measure My with clever panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the
A colonel in a journal I put fly kids' eyelids to a detour For deep sleep when I freak beats, I Like a contraceptive and my sleep Will be light, so you'll know that I'm