Lyrics
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
I like to have fun
Like I'm Kirby
But sometimes it gets a little disturbing
Sometimes I fall off
Sometimes I get on
Some rhymes I go hard
Sometimes it's this song
Ay dawg, what's wrong
You don't like my lines
Working on these bars so long
But I'll just release the instrumental next time
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
Just jotted down some new lines
Don't expect me to ever act like I'm trying
I run on talent I swear
Just snatch thoughts straight out of the air
Where you get your ideas from
Sit down, let me tell you all about it
How you say what you think of
Shut up I don't wanna talk about it
Any more questions
Well I'm not giving any answers
Why ya'll stressin
I ain't even got to the curse words
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
I'm on my BS
No stress
Got a few more things to announce
Like how I'm 'bout to smoke an ounce
All these cats about to pounce
All these words I mispronounce
I'm sober right now I swear
But if you catch me lyin' you know I don't care
Mixtape of the year
Or your money back, order now, be right there
On my Broadcast Satellaview
What the hell you think I was referring to
On this Kirby, Japan only
Never in America, that's some bullshit too