[Lyric] Conjugal Visit to the Prison of the Mind (Homeboy Sandman)

[Verse 1]
Sipping world water
Summer breeze couldn't be Autumn
I ain't even mean to spend so much time writing/recoding
I just spend my whole life tryna beat boredom
You ain't ever hear me yelling out "Yo shorty"
They don't even know that I saw them
I ain't wasting no speech hitting no seat, but I sport 'em
Ain't no peep see the peaking eye caught 'em
Thought I gave a shit about clothes
Easy Holmes these are all people I know
Step into the spotlight
Peoplе's turn white light
Veil I go
Peoplе yell "Goat!" everywhere I go
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Two days of the weak
Wake and then sleep
Basically play in the street
While my girl hang try on my spacesuit
My time is waste-proof
Who you know got god go hard and guardian angel
[Verse 3]
Don kilo
Im at the right place right time
Knight ride like I'm Mike Knight
Ain't seen a brother like I
No lie, cops treat me like a white guy
Lugging up a bazooka to a knife fight
Bout to cash in cash like how a kite fly
High flyin', no wires, WiFi
Move 'em in, move 'em out, rawhide
High five

[Verse 4]
Now I'm warmed up
Like a wizard with a wand up
Reeling in the fish called Wanda
¡Ay, caramba!
Homegirl keep blowing up my number
Do you got a charger?
Don't bother
Imma let it die
Pull my middle digit as a ribbon to the sky
That bitch shouldn't call me in the middle of the night
Playing killer of the vibe
Yeah, little bit of lemon lime
Conjugal visits to the prison of the mind
'fore I rolled up I was spinning on the bike that was swinging on the vine
Hoping they will let me hit just a little bit of vicey
[Verse 5]
Fresh shave
Fresh face, pretty for a front page
Make sure before I hit stage everybody been paid, yes
I don't haul your take checks
I don't really struggle them patience
I ain't really pay attention enough for getting upset

[Verse 6]
I don't not be getting all stressed and exempt
Doesn't make sense
Sleep when I'm dead
Said what I meant
Can a get an amen from the whole environment
A plus, a minus, that's math
I be hoppin' hurdles in the era of turtles
Might've told you that's rad
Only 'cause my father always hollered out champ
Taught me how to jab
No everybody compin' [?] it is hopping on my nads

[Verse 7]
You dont want to be the one to bring me from a nap
And get a kicking in the ass
I don't want to be the one to kick it on the aft, tryna kick it on the ave
Might be gone but not forgotten, shorty got it bad
I be doing numbers though when I be tryna bag
I ain't tryna brag
Actually I am
[Verse 8]
I keep my head low
I keep my head though
First to get blown then I'm in the box all Nintendo
¿Comprende? Crescendo
Peace