These lights keep laughin voice keep shinin Feet keep clappin you lost your mind in Find it I am Chris Columb bust about a million Everybody feelin him run a tell your children That the sky is fallin find a basement Wheres the love we lost in hatred Full time faded, half way famous Actin like I have to make it Half retarded halfway faces Halftime smoking rappin wasted Why they clappin Im almost finished Best rap verse Im Kanye twinnin Big pimpin like its ninety nine Dr. Suess when writin rhymes Roosevelt when hyped with dimes High as chimes still lightin prime Wine is fine but vodkas strong Posted like Olajuwon Blowin like atomic bombs No chronic pain when chronics bonged No time to waste make awesome songs Just put it on, I put it on Funny how I vent to fans Funny how this kids the man Find me in the cut I feel like Edward Scissorhands This is sweet this shits the jam Yall are cool on instagram But in person I swear you are a fuck boy Smash her where its Sandy she just wanna nut boy Tryna get that Mr. Crabs money thats guap I swear everything I am is everything you not There he go like he runs this shit Abundances of substances got me talkin rubbish as I sun dance in the sunroom If we rappin then I son you Hit my dance just need that one two Why they swear that theyre the one too Founded on the fountain man thats dumb youth Feelin like Im Ghandi Sayin let it be spread the peace Got your main bitch doin cartwheels While your side bitch doin my laundry
clappin, columb, twinnin, bonged, swear