[Verse 1 Austin Rapbaum] Said Im chillin with my homies and we aint got shit to do So Im hittin on the dro and Im hittin on this boo And Im hopin she comes through Cause the texting doesnt soothe And Im tryina make these moves without tying on my shoes Damn If you aint trying then you lose Hanging from a noose you finally wind up on the news I would get out my mind if I was you But if you disagree I guess Im fine with what you choose But first I gotta ask can you define what is the truth Cause you listen to these rappers who be lyin in the booth Im a lion in the booth I aint tryina be dude I just write whats on my mind and Im supplying it to you Ohh Dont deny it if its true Rapbaums back on and my mind is on the loose So pack on that strong and listen to the grooves Smoke until you parched the chances are I got the juice The way my flow be cutting through like water round a cruise Thats a metaphoric clue, what I said is very smooth so Every time I captain beats its captivating you Welcome to my arc this is my art but its your view [Hook] Its my art, but its youre view Your view on my art, its ironic Its my boat, cause Im floatin flowin Follow me on Twitter AustinRapbaum Do I give a fuck what you think Is this art [Verse 2 Austin Rapbaum I said I pick up the beat every single time that I get it And I spit the type of rhymes that youre never forgetting And my rhymes align so the line scheme is hectic But I bet youd never guess it unless you respect and checkin I bet you pay attention like you do in the election Like investments in veterans who suffer mental defections Less than the pensions for teachers teaching the lessons So I could get up on the mic and hit it wit the correctness Now check it, speck this impeccable rhyme I flex it like Dextrus with all the text in these lines Im gettin the nexus and I aint talkin my line Im talkin the shine that refract off the shrine That the girl on my testes made just because Im sublime CHECK!
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