I know I'm an emotionally disturbed think I'm talkin' to myself When I'm rehearsin' on the A mass productionist, a mass matador
Pan it more to the left, you go Minimize the synthesizer when I wind up for the pitch But I don't pitch a bitch 'cause sales get 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
something was fishy but I'm better than Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda Me that I him sleepin' 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye it down
So I can't dilate and that I'm bigger Than that but I have to consider The fact opposed to him not being The right peeper, I'm a sleeper
So what it mean when I reach maturity And still see I'm not the mayor of my Mayonnaise, the of my milieu At least I have a and a few things
On my mind, it's never a nighty night Just a rise and shine, why's the so important Why do I have to be so And blow the mic a flow chokin'?
I don't, I'm and outspoken Mouth no token, I'm just a roust I have a and clout but I don't come tight But it's routine since few for true
Hip hop, a trip when I drop my style And it and forget where I got it from And how I got 'em 'cause I'm Stuck on myself and I depend on my
And wealth for matters so I don't Explode with stress, serve you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my shit is Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', in a hearst
I don't sarongs in my songs, I diss The skirts in verses an I to measure My with clever panometers, but I bounced like a and I'm solo with the hobos
A nocturnal colonel in a I put fly kids' to rest a detour For sleep when I freak beats, I snap Like a defective contraceptive and my Will be light, so you'll know I'm tight