It's sort of college-friendly rap
Knowledge is heavy, I'm dropping it verily on 'em
Ain't no comparing, I got 'em
Barometers saying I'm hot, at the top of it
No way you'll say fucking faking Slim Shady
Bitch, I ain't even leaning 'Tussin and I still been crazy, lady
Haters awaiting the day that I wade in, faded
Screaming, "I'm more raw than rappers born in the late '80s"
And I'm killing it, swear that I'm really killing it
But I just write songs in hopes of hipster girls feeling it
Oh -- you're by yourself and sipping Patron iced?
I could chill here for a minute till my iPhone dies
And I -- can't remember, so you should check our receipt
From back when I was chilling hard and now it's forty-hour weeks
Cuz -- bitch, I'm smoking blunts on the job
And I got stock, holmes -- I'm burning blunts in the Saab
Wanting marijuana, consequently collecting a huge profit
Coffee table made of glass, so I keep my weight off it
[Hook]
That's fine, fine -- baby, that's fine
I can't focus on yours, cuz I'm worried bout mine
And you been calling me, calling me -- practically all the time
I'm that East Bay loner with a couple on the side
But that's fine -- fine, girl, that's fine
I'm a stunner when it matters and a hippie in my downtime
Try -- hard, you're so fancy on your grind
You's a ripper, but I'd love to get it one -- more --
Time's so precious
Collecting Rolexes, necklaces, and the freshest investments
Bitch, check it -- prerequisites on my record
Eloquently, like a bitch told me
Soma knows his hooks are so infectious
I -- keep 'em breathless like gasping, gasping
Smoke until I'm asthmatic like constant rasping
Yes, I'm somatic, but it hasn't happened yet
I'm banking on an audience of thousands clapping
I'm an indifferent, livid bit of a criminal spitting shit
The likes of which will make you feel fifth wheel or sixth bitch
Now you know, since I got bars for days --
I'm rapping propaganda, Edward Bernays
Fuck the police, how I treat 'em
Is mention efficiency of the DEA, I'm a felon with my freedom
Magellan directing 'em where they see me
Knee-deep in my felicific kingdom
Inflecting fresh perspectives on my lyrics when you read them
[Hook]
Knowledge is heavy, I'm dropping it verily on 'em
Ain't no comparing, I got 'em
Barometers saying I'm hot, at the top of it
No way you'll say fucking faking Slim Shady
Bitch, I ain't even leaning 'Tussin and I still been crazy, lady
Haters awaiting the day that I wade in, faded
Screaming, "I'm more raw than rappers born in the late '80s"
And I'm killing it, swear that I'm really killing it
But I just write songs in hopes of hipster girls feeling it
Oh -- you're by yourself and sipping Patron iced?
I could chill here for a minute till my iPhone dies
And I -- can't remember, so you should check our receipt
From back when I was chilling hard and now it's forty-hour weeks
Cuz -- bitch, I'm smoking blunts on the job
And I got stock, holmes -- I'm burning blunts in the Saab
Wanting marijuana, consequently collecting a huge profit
Coffee table made of glass, so I keep my weight off it
[Hook]
That's fine, fine -- baby, that's fine
I can't focus on yours, cuz I'm worried bout mine
And you been calling me, calling me -- practically all the time
I'm that East Bay loner with a couple on the side
But that's fine -- fine, girl, that's fine
I'm a stunner when it matters and a hippie in my downtime
Try -- hard, you're so fancy on your grind
You's a ripper, but I'd love to get it one -- more --
Time's so precious
Collecting Rolexes, necklaces, and the freshest investments
Bitch, check it -- prerequisites on my record
Eloquently, like a bitch told me
Soma knows his hooks are so infectious
I -- keep 'em breathless like gasping, gasping
Smoke until I'm asthmatic like constant rasping
Yes, I'm somatic, but it hasn't happened yet
I'm banking on an audience of thousands clapping
I'm an indifferent, livid bit of a criminal spitting shit
The likes of which will make you feel fifth wheel or sixth bitch
Now you know, since I got bars for days --
I'm rapping propaganda, Edward Bernays
Fuck the police, how I treat 'em
Is mention efficiency of the DEA, I'm a felon with my freedom
Magellan directing 'em where they see me
Knee-deep in my felicific kingdom
Inflecting fresh perspectives on my lyrics when you read them
[Hook]
( J Soma )
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