Top of the craft, I’m rocking a rap Fat pocket wannabe Off in a dash, Hop in the back I called shotgun Stop at the shell, son of a dad When all thoughts run Talk to myself, pumping the gas I’m awestruck Inner city schmucks butt-kissing for quick bucks Turn nothing into something, what's missing? Hissing tongue slum villagers Filler ill as a gold shilling Pillow with the soap if bringing up old feelings What's a little hair of the dog? Fur of the pooch I'm fairly involved, I dirty the boots up Surely a blue Kermit the frog burn a doob up Heard she was new certain the bra’s thirty-two cup Same initials as pop singers and ball players Alternative universe where the cops call neighbors All favors done, flavored with sugar, labeled as love Maybe I could move out of poppa’s place if I save enough Wave in the front, jump in the back The day the month, is not a concern Tropical ferns call for extraction Action and lights, packing the house Tracking in dirt for rats and the mice Master the verse, asking ya nice Pass the advice The grass in the pipe is priced half off Has he a vice? Smashing the ice off a bad shoulder Rolling his eyes, rolling the die, hold him by- Any number coming up with his thumb fumbling lies Size of the fight is fucking ridiculous Something meticulous, lookin’ like I come with instructions Stick fingers in light sockets, sucking and licking it Jumping Geronimo when they bottom out on the tip of it Seek and destroy, he can enjoy weakening functions Ethan deploys beats for the boys- speak of destruction We can avoid squeaking the toys of interruption I just wanna be the best MC in the junction

Wake up, smell the pot and coffee Flowers in the garden are arguing Scarecrow waved, the road got paved And a blind man ran into the bar again Faucet drips, don’t go in the closet Cobwebs covering a skeleton A dead street where the meets end Skin tone same as the vest on the veteran Better than he ever been Sucking out the venom of an enemy Tryna fill the shoes of a centipede Move with the groove of the woodgrain, good game Never been something I pretend to be See you in a century, everything is meant to be eventually Don’t tamper with the engine of a gentleman or temperamental energy Tell me if you ever come across a better remedy medically Yo Side effects heavy in the fine print Side effects heavy in the fine print Side effects heavy in the fine print Go and put your money where your mind is (2x) Mine is a mile away, Like, you couldn’t tell a pig from a pile of hay Prescribed with a smile a day Scribe with a file, style on a fray Trial on a dial, a violet in May Sliding on the tile of an isle number eight Ill innovate like a child in a play pen, Hey then, been a while, why am I awake? Whats it mean to be alive? And whats it mean to me to be alive? I don’t know, I need a life Peter with a Pipe, like a reader in a book Took a tiger paw sliver with a tweezer and his might Why do we sleep? You can leave a message at the beep, Set me up a sentence and arrest me in the street Open sesame, specially elite I can feel the tension in my feet To the bird with the word on a telephone wire ‘Set the methadone clinic on fire!’ Monkeys in a bed like a junky in a jumpsuit Pump, shoot, fake him out Dead him like running a red light What? Was it something I said, like A buck in the headlights Or rugged as a bum in a lead pipe I got nobody left, right? I hate people but I love ‘em a lot I’m uncomfortable when company knocks I hope somebody stops When I’m alone I hope nobody watches (2x) Launch into space Conjure the ‘aren’t you an ace?’ In a card house guard of the tower and the planes Half hour to the moon, have power in the faith Devouring the food, put the coward in the cage And put the sage in the vase Intercept codes on the interface Winter cold, little late, minute-made Waiting on a payday, hey Gotta get dinner on the plate ‘Finna get a raise, get a bit big around the waist Ahh, what a fucking waste I just wanna get ahold of gravity Like, ‘what if I could weight? What if I could dream when I’m awake’ I’m a leaf in the wind with a breeze and a rake Do a figure-eight to infinity, I figure it’ll be a little late C’mon to-d-d-d-day I hate people but I love ‘em a lot I’m uncomfortable when company knocks I hope somebody stops When I’m alone I hope nobody watches (2x) Side effects heavy in the fine print Side effects heavy in the fine print Side effects heavy in the fine print Go and put your money where your mind is (2x)

Whatever it's costs and discounts of that'll do Dismounts miles away from all cattle flu After you- chicks like, “wanna grab some food?” Never Kiss a mouth without thinking of who they matter to Yabadabadoo, baby Get along like Johnny and an Appleseed, or Mommy and my stepdad They call me on the attitude- molotov wet rag The bottle of the afternoon is daddy's little attribute Scatter-brain’s not splatter-proof Every sentence 50% lies and half the truth Absolutely ‘Pass a dutchie’ after ‘grab a movie’ Crash a hoopty in the Chattahoochee You'll be glad you knew me Holy matrimony, massive in the ass and boobies That's not the matter, homie Home is where the heart is at Let the chest pain grow into a heart attack Form me into Carbon gas Storming in the harbor’s pass Goes by fast, yes it does You're talking to the troubadour (I’m a rapper, ma) Doing a lot of things that I never thought I could do before You're talking the troubadour (I’m a rapper, dad) Learn a lot shit that we thought we already knew before (2x) And I've been- Climbing down the fire escape Tryna get to work before my tires deflate I'm so tired today I admire the way you seem to just walk by smile and wave And I've been- Driving on the last drop of gas, With five bucks left and the check I'm gonna cash- Ain't something I can flash- Hardly got a grasp But everything's coming together like hot glass Top class C+, the hot raps he busts Of moving out the house like a time bomb beeping Foot is out the mouth with the wrong rhyme-reason And his love life's lookin like some online creeping Never mean to leave the light on sleeping Dream of bygones and bygones and icons and heathens My song’s breathing! Nah, fine- it's 'decent' Stands at a fault-line of ‘walk by and freeze it’ I've been, Climbing down the fire escape tryna get to work before my tires deflate I'm so tired today I admire the way you seem to just walk by smiling The roof is on fire Shit

I know a lot of people Your flow is not as equal I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral I knows a lot of people Your flows are not as equal I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral Tooth enamel is weak Jesus, Mary and Joseph and Anna Louise Chop a beat like the hand of a thief I know somebody knows somebody with some cannabis leaves You gotta hand it to me man I've been rambling on All the money that I’ve had is gambled and gone The family bond is well-backed, I plan to be strong I could be wrong though I'm in it for the long run Always doubling up when I'm on one (2x) Live another clock-turn Top of the herd, word of a law firm Hot verse, sipping a cold one to calm nerves Looking all somber and whatnot Have another bottle for your Blood clot This is what it does not This is what it might do This is what it was once This is but a try two Cell is on the buzz buzz Wonder where the time flew This is from the butterfly stomach of a fly dude I'm in for the long run Always doubling up when I'm on one (2x) Try to keep it on the down low For some reason the whole town knows And most Gold Retrievers got a brown nose Bounce those mallets on a xylophone Sprouted from a pile of bones Shout it from his island home Mind your own beeswax Sipping in the wine house Try to go to rehab Sit in the time out Look at Mr. Weedbags Shook it with the lime now Lemons on the free tab Book me as your house band I'll finish when the songs done How you gonna get it when you got none? I know a lot of people Your flow is not as equal I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral I knows a lot of people Your flows are not as equal I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral

Resin hits on level six The bass will bang, the treble kicks Stretch the limos entrances Like way beyond the “yes, it fits” The building blocks of Severance bricks Instills the crops are crescent-lit desolation escalates, hesitation never sits messing with my inner kid I press delete the memories I'm stressing on the shit I did It's best to meet your enemies The festivals are fully flared Rest assure the bully dares Grip upon my testicles Impressed with all the pulling hair Mulling stares from the people who don't have a clue the travel court is gavel-free The after-party's mad at you The last resort at hatchet tree Where blasphemy's an attribute Attach the door to ratchet-teeth The Cavalier is tattered-blue Fuck (6x) Catacomb stone face, waving a clothesline Atta boy, in old age, I'll be home in no time In the golden days, I was bold and brave But his shoulder, it had gotten colder And cold his shoulder stayed Slow to pave the road with tar and heel The wheels are on the car But the part of me that's smart is hard to feel Trust your heart and know that everybody's got a card to deal And love is art, put the pencil tip to paper till it's real Steal the show, and do it like you didn't I'll look truthfully when fibbing if I Flew in on a mission The news is in the kitchen This dude is non-existent The brews are on the noobie The pooch is in his prison like Fuck (8x) Shit-tank bazooka mouth Chewing on his bubblegum One click to sniper down Brew the coffee double rum Cog is off the panzer track Panties on his chandelier They talk to me and answer back Pop the top and hand him beers Twenty-seven alphabet Homies such an alpha male He runs until he's outta breath Bungee jumps to grab his mail You’re something like an architect Build me up to let me down You’re fucking with my armament Fill the cup and empty out Build it up Build it up Build it up Drink a bottle (3x) Build it up Build it up Drop it

Soon as I’m waking up Need a little bit of money I don’t make too much Make due with a pay cut saving a safe bet of cake when I make enough Man I hate to rush Dry like paint and a brush High like facing a Dutch Not into fibbing at all My love? Smile on the face in the front Made in the basement above I’m nice, and I like making ‘em blush Sick of whack shit, taken enough Piggy back kids all faking the funk You don’t gotta be naked to fuck Or attract like opposite negative luck Jump out of a shell with an egg and a cluck Put an arm and a leg in to beg for a buck Fuck that, man What I gotta do to get it through to ya Drive across-state just to get a paycheck (2x) Dollar a day don't make no sense Spend in scale like fifty a month Discount beer and the spliff don't end Second I wake and the tip-toes touch Ugh, really can't take too much I ain't gonna take no less Say they gonna pay you huh? Ayo bet! Slip on shoes and a gravestone head Why’s your face so blue From 603 to 802 His whereabouts depend on which direction this tornado moves I say today’s a new I listen to the greatest hits The men are getting dressed up well to talk about some naked chicks Like fake titties, the forty-ounce is plastic now The kids are dressing colorfully, the music has no classic sound It's that teen spirit, they're sniffing like some Basset Hounds I’ve never ended up in bathroom parties with my class of clowns Hippy-stoner-boy is totally baked Go with the flow I've ended up at every cove of the lake Oh man I’m tryna quit smoking again A rare moment of insight that I sold to my friend I said You gotta wait a ways so go wild You gotta make the day your own child You can't hate the way you're brought up You can't take away you're own style (2x) What I gotta do to get it through to ya Drive across-state just to get a paycheck (2x)

It’s been a couple dog years Ninety-nine bottled up wall’s here A solving all problem tall beer The wad of cash- pockets; still knotted and fall near I’m so happy you called dear Come here sweetheart The ball-court’s covered in street art Bees all around, dogs bark at the beat cop And to be honest, one cannot teach knowledge You can do anything, nothing is ever complete promise Compete, contest, preach, god bless Eating too much and so we each got less He’s off the beat path, the beat pad is stressed Ctrl+Alt+Delete when you tweet your text Got wounded at Salt Lick Counted all the blues in the ball pit Assuming you all did Why you so blue in the ball-skin I see your shoes under the stall, kid Dude is an all-star Truth is; the fruit don’t fall far Fly like feathers and hot tar In his weathering stock car Better off headed to bar hop Better start checking the clock more Sock in a top drawer Got ‘em all knocking a locked door Talking in tongues, all provocative, ‘God, Lord’ All aboard, a la mode with me Know the street code, keep a coat or you’ll freeze And I’m walking in Russian I’m talking and blushing And saying things that’ll stop a discussion Usually off at a function I’m coughing a bunch I’m tossing my lunch; I’ll eat it again Speaking of talk shows Ethan is not host He ain’t a hotshot Reeking of pot-smoke Caesar with sardines A seasonal frog-throat Street keeps the car clean He’s keeping his dog close It's been a couple dog years