[Verse 1] Walkin with my crewneck, not talkin to nobody Shawty giving me splitsec looks goin back to her hobby I be spectatin my mental state suburban Look up to the trees hearin birds lightly chirpin Life is good, but damn shes a virgin Fuck it, and I just passed The Goose and The Firkin People say I should be workin cuz it dont look or feel like it Homeless dude with a dog sidekick prolly a philosopher finding deeper meaning inside the sensory first person RPG Mind in a higher place as hes mindin his little space My view pans and gone is the old worn face, and the tired hound on the ground not making a sound As are the streets, my thoughts are loud Bound to shape me or break me As I go back to my minds soliloquy [Verse 2] Walkin down the street Socks bundled at my feet Adidas on a cloud aint no pressure on me Homie from the East side, props as I pass by Itd be a lie if I said Shawty gave me digits to dial But Im happy like Papi Going places with a smile More solo than Han Solo in denial And the Nile aint long enough to fit my dreams Plannin schemes in my room so it seems Im sewing seams In the brain electric current Im the conductor Gimme grands of peeps and a symphony, I will not stir Poised monster is what I am Calmly warning the clan Like light waves on the sand While Im freakin out Japan Shure your not gonna work hard and make it Turn back and say fuck work, too much time its takin Im on the threshold from going home to going big These Naismiths couldnt hold the jays Im gonna hit
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