Cutting Room Floor (Verses)

Big ties with them fog lights, feeling all right, 'cause it's Friday

Black trees in the sunset, but we ain't done yet, not where I stay

Them red barrels of fire, throwing them for so high

It's like they cut through the dark

And you can keep your house and get it, little mansions in your city

We belong right where we are, right where we are

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, feeling like we're riding on air, man

And we don't even travel by airplane

Again, no, no, no, ooh, oh (hey)

That stuff up in our cups ain't champagne

And we ain't gonna change for a damn thing

This ain't no Chevrolet, girl, this is a rocket ship

You see that mountain we about to drive on top of it?

Don't be scared, baby girl, I got this

I'm the Superman here in this metropolis

We're getting them back parts where the popos are no go

Just drop it in four low with a four low go

Yo, we about to make some earth move real smooth

Like a new pair of church shoes

And by the way, lady, what's your name?

Forgive me in a couple beers if I ask the same

Oh, yeah, that's cool if you brought some friends

Put your mouth to one part over there

By that tree with the, with the

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things

Dreams of you and me

Sorry, that I never finished school

But don't I look cool in these new tennis shoes?

It'll be okay

I got a plan

I'm going to rap

Yes, I know I'm white

Everyone's okay with that

Wait a minute

My white friends think I'm acting black

And all my black friends don't even want to hear me rap?

It must be my fault, man

I must be really whack

What a silly bastard I was looking back

A child's decisions that now affect a man

I swore I'd get a deal real easy if I rapped the best I can

I finally gave up the idea that I was taught coming up of a family

You know that portrait and them button-ups?

I traded it for studio smoke and pissy hotels

And I still race to opportunities and hope it goes well

'cause a dream is a vision, and your mind is a sight

And I don't want a new life

I got the gift to write

Thank you, Lord

Dreams, dreams, and when we had just started things, dreams

I really appreciate it (and now, I'm ready)

Yo, (grab your heads folks), no I'm not ready

Now literally, I'm complicated, but it's the simplest shit

I got that eight essential vitamins and minerals fit

So pop your pass on chewables and take a kiss in your bed

I'm about to hit all five senses like they glow in your head

The sixth one sees it dead, but I'm going to pour the wine

And light the candles for the seance

We're going to try to find your career because it's way gone

Them hats with the A on, stay on

We're glowing like the human torch with his lungs full of radon

You say that you a beast on tracks and all the rap is doomed

Oh, I get it

You the creature from the wack lagoon, softer than the macaroon

Show me to my padded room

'cause I can't take this monkey shit baboon bathroom

I got more rhymes that I'm going to tear you apart

With the newspaper issues and hoarders apartments

Yes, we hot garbage because we burning trash

By the way, your new mixtape is now my furnace ash (ha-ha-ha)

Put a permanent rash on your vinyl or spit psoriasis

I'm a ball of gas

That's a star rocket scientist

On the mics, we go like the touch of King Modestus

Plus the beat sick from the West Nile virus, kid

Ah, I want you to hate everything

And I say, I want you to judge everything I do

I want you to know it ain't fair

And if I was you, I would like me too

I want you to know it's all a big mistake

And then we know that you should be a smart too

I want you to know how much I care

'cause if I was you, I would like me too

I got a team full of gentlemen with criminal intentions

That'll penetrate your building through the ventilation

Hello, what you doing?

Yeah

My brand new shoes at the mud park

Screwed while warm, they make no sense

And what's about the rain when it's darker

When I find where we parked west

Forgot the damn poles to the tent

And Ryan's drunk as hell

With them shades on tight

Motherfucker can't see a thing

And I get way too loud on the mic most nights

But besides that I can't complain

'Cause I get paid to do way less than you

I know it ain't fair at all

And as long as the crowd is loud

The bartender keeps bringing me alcohol

When I told my dad I was a country rapper

He said, now I'll use it, fool

You been fucking up forever

Gonna get your shit together

I said, "Now I'ma make it look cool"

Make it look cool

Ow

Yee-haw

Yee-hee, yee-haw