Letras
Fuckin' LA, it's 2 a.m. in Himmin
Sorry, hold on, I gotta take this (okay)
Hey, whatsup man?
Uh, I mean, I'm a little busy right now but
You know what? No
It's cool man, it's alright
I'll take care of it
Alright later dude
Sorry babe, I gotta get to work
Feel free to blow me under the desk though (okay!)
Blow up my phone, but I'm comatose
To the outside world, I'm close to ghost
I got a girl on my dick while I'm writing these licks, that's it
I'm a shut in with a bad bitch
Like an amputee with a bad itch
I know what I want and I'm at it
I'm a single track mind on two paths
Put the mic to her back for that ass clap
Take a clip of that, make a beat to rap with
Then jump in the sheets and we can make some magic
Like peanut butter and jam, yeah
Flippin' the pots and the pans
With a dope chick and a dope track
I be coked out or I'm close now
Always closed down for the throw down
Throw the clothes out, stay the fuck out
And nobody else is allowed
See the sign on my door, you stay out
Got a sock on the knob like it's college all over
You know I won't be pullin' out
I'm fathering beats, like I'm fathering babies
This lady might be momma now
If all the sounds that we worked on
Together sell out, I might keep her around
So you'd better learn how to count
I been on dumb shit
Mentally dysfunction from being locked in a dungeon
Don't make assumptions
When a nigga on stage, I can make 'em get down like lunges
Yes it's true! Solo, I don't rep a crew
Niggas like, "who the heck are you"
Dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof
Hold up nigga you tryna' step to who?
Locked up inside
'Side the dungeon of a cruel world, no lie
Paint the picture of a cold heart no time
To be wasted on these niggas