I I'm an emotionally disturbed person People I'm talkin' to myself When I'm rehearsin' on the A mass productionist, a production matador
Pan it to the left, there you go Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the But I pitch a bitch 'cause sales get derailed And towed an of cash
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I tried to trust him but I busted him In my trash can and I'm askin' I need to see the dichotomy in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda Me that I caught him sleepin' I try To be wide awake but ye slows it
So I can't dilate and show that I'm Than that but I have to consider The fact that to him not being The right peeper, I'm a sleeper
So what does it mean I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the of my Mayonnaise, the of my milieu At least I have a and a few things
On my mind, it's never a good night Just a rise and shine, the rhyme so important Why do I have to be so And the mic a flow without chokin'?
I don't, I'm and outspoken Mouth no token, I'm just a about I a house and clout but I don't come tight But it's routine since few fiend for
Hip hop, it's a trip I drop my style And forget it and where I got it from And how I got 'em 'cause I'm Stuck on myself and I on my luck
And for health matters so I don't with stress, I'll serve you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my is fatter Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a
I wear sarongs in my songs, I diss The skirts in verses an I to measure My demeters clever panometers, but I bounced like a and I'm solo with the hobos
A nocturnal colonel in a I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a For deep sleep I freak beats, I snap Like a defective and my sleep Will be light, so you'll know that I'm