Intro Incredibly simple beat Incredible what I speak February, 6th 143 AM Verse Have you ever woke up, looked outside and said fuck the world? Well todays abstinence of sunlight Gave me thoughts that made my toes curl I picked up a pen, and started to jot But as soon as I began, I hit writers block I got ticked off, so I hurled my journal Across the room Rolled up purple, sparked the herbal and took off like zoom I ate all the fig newtons that my stomach could consume Bloated up, I felt like shit, my appetite was ruined Weed and bread crumbs on my bed, used my hand as a broom Let gravity overtake the muscles in my neck as I rolled up into a cocoon My mind dried up like a prune Even my blanket was cold, it wouldnt resemble a womb I thought about fucking Heidi Klum Then about how death and I might have a fight soon Could no longer lay in this pod, Im no legume Maybe I can raise my attitude Through blood pressure changes through, the bass boom So I fired up my laptop, waited for that thought to bloom But every thought I had, seemed flat, and ridicule My speakers wouldnt push the surrounding air molecules I couldnt even think of a riff for a basic tune For a producer this is the face of doom I need some inspiration so I laid back and played some Flume But all I could hear was the echo of emptiness in the room I caught a glimpse of my reflection I got a whiff of my essence The pungency of my natural perfume Told me I needed to groom The cold water of the shower hit me like whoo! It was at this moment that happiness started to seep out of my lagoon I just made some headroom cleansing in my restroom Music exhumed, the keyboard transformed into a rec room Pistons fired, you can hear the rev vroom! Texted my girl Steph Said I need some neck soon She said Youd better start to treat me better or youll end up in hell soon I said bitch ...just kidding, I dont call women bitches... Oh but at the moment how my mental integrals started to switch Something of her response instigated my niche I started to spit ill diligent lyrics Emptied out my chillum Made a beat, named him Tim, and killed him A lyrical villain Nicky G is dope, I know, you feel him New micro phone, the tape keeps reeling I just keep dealing, all these things that Im feeling Fruits of my labor, so I keep peeling Dont talk to me if you are an architect who builds ceilings The attitude of what I do next will be my best yet is healing Fuck a religion, I dont spend my time praying and kneeling I spend my time playing with what Im feeling I just bought a professional compressor to mess with to make what is my best better Make the kick drum wetter Make sure my hihat is isolated and severed Make sure you can hear every letter Snares as sharp as cheddar Make sure my shit plays forever Im embedded in my heads weather BrainStorming up the most clever Youll never know what youll get like the weather in Denver Theres air outside, my breath is fresher This Zephyr OG is stellar Makes it hard to remember All of my endeavors As I effortlessly project what I intellectually collect as a tenor X marks my words as treasures That I thresh with excellent pressure I profess what is best, what else from me would you expect? I do this for pleasure, ease through beats without effort This is my mental cellar The best brain ever, I am the possessor I hip and I hop, Im like Hugh Heffner And I got a pretty face so Im easy to spot, like a leopard Listen how I float my words like feathers I like to toke some herb, no pepper I got bars, I got measures The only way to live is to live together Everyone is equal, theres no such thing as a lesser
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