Weaintplayin

Spazzing a bit chilly capture the feeling all bittersweet

Staggered imbalances in between I counteract and switch to steed

Spank my fans and sank my fangs into the beat

Didn't catt and teethe back my speech with accuracy and

Put dash into my battery to please

Battered on a Saturday casually through all the travesty

Released a bag of grief

Keeping it simple say I'm not with the bulls

Bibulous participants take all the minerals

Come for the chivalry sheer for the lyrical wines

I'll be clipped I'm just spitting the syllable critical

Hit on a ziggie I lift off, swerve get my kicks from

But everybody hate me like Chris Rock or maybe I'm brave and

Twitching my face making my brain tick tock with the clock

And it is what it is cause it isn't what it's not

Get busy but I'm still gonna cot

Take pills on the real or I'll stop

Raise mill bills over spilt milk till it pops off

Ski with a bunch of embarrassing characters

Roll or get Rocky and Tadigan

Stabbing and sever the threat till we sit in the can

And will never get levelled the efforts are valiant

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

It's a long old road to the goal

You ain't gonna get there doing what you're told

You'll get left in the cold

With a long walk home in an old pair

Of creps with a sole full of holes

Nah I don't wanna go there

When I show off I make the game no fair

Like oh yeah, you're a role playing addict

It ain't you who framed Roger Rabbit

I ain't gonna blame my habits

I ain't been getting mine it's time to go grab it

I'm magic, I'm a machine throwing out heaters

Go Go Gadget

When I touch a beat I will toe tag it

They want what I got like Bilbo Baggins

I'm just getting started I see a lot of so-called artists flagging

I take to the sky like the Goodyear blimp

The world could be yours and it shifts in a blink

I'm into this deep you mingle with sheep that simply can't think

Or at least for themselves

I release an opinion and hope that it sells

Shit, I'm just thinking aloud cause I ain't got a lot more to tell

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Used to roll out with Houdini escapists

Working the late shift brain ticking bomb threats

The no control crowd pour drinks on the snout no stopping the contest

Spit parts in the junk yard cat

Funds are low and the fun ain't that

Eyes rolling, lungs collapse

Storing spunk in crusty yats

Collecting shades and bucket hats

Super cool slash fucking twats

I love all that

Oblivion where nothing's ever white or black

Every night's a title match

Hyper tribal piles of trash

This is not a game of Jenga why the fuck you tryna stack

Beep beep in the A road day glo

Knee deep in smashed circuit boards

Bottles brains and tattered halos

Stare at home record with the curtain drawn

Ergonomic burger sauce

Self-destructive A.I

Control the mouse with sharpened canines

Mutter thoughts it's just a game right

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing

Nothing changed, still the same

In the sun or in the rain

Got it done with no complaints

Spitting fun, we ain't playing