[Verse 1]
I woke up kinda early; it’s noon
About another hour till I’m surely in tune
About a hundred dollars were my earnings in June
If you count my car savings that I’m burning into
Okay, the underground scene is for turnips and shrews
I'd would teach ‘bout the world, but I learning it too
It works the way Copernicus drew
My house is not a home; it’s a furniture zoo
I guess that makes me furniture too
[Verse 2]
Talked to my buddy out in Lanham
Said he wants move out to Cali on the candid
Rolls Royce drive; says he wants to go phantom
Not sure if I should throw a party or a tantrum
He’s got girl problems ‘cause the sisters aren’t a fan of
The tats, the music, or the taste for the Hannah’s
My spectrum is a panda
And my dream girl is sorta Paula Patton
Our lives are in transit
Between the rock and the hard like we’re posted up in Akron
I spot him on some beats like a day old banana
John Woo moves got him in on the action
That should raise the heat like a summer in Atlanta
Plus my name is getting kinda big on the campus
I keep it pretty leet so my thumbs never cramp up
Call you later, man; I’ve got papers to examine
[Hook]
“What’s up?”
Nothing really. Whatcha doing?
“Just chillin’. I’m surprised you’re still alive”
Sorry, I haven’t hit you up, but I’ve been busy with some other stuff
[Verse]
Busy with the tracks chopping up like a samurai
I’m occupied; Do I really an alibi?
You want a breakdown, but it isn’t even hammer time
I know you got your own shit, lemme fucking handle mine
Anyway, I catalyzed ties with the radder guys
Ample times analyzed by the hampered eyes
It’s not my fault I pasteurized the rap design
On second thought it is, so grab a stub and stand in line
My plate's full; I’ve got a big appetite
Been waking up at six now, Yes I got to class on time
What’s that look for? I was early half the time
Okay, that’s a lie
I like to keep it real so I never get camera shy
I bleed on the script enough to make the actors cry
It’s nothing new so don’t try to act surprised
That’s what’s been up, now are you satisfied?
[Hook]
“So when you coming back, bro?”
The back road I’m at though is fucking up the cash flow
Green seems to be the bottleneck like Tabasco
Don’t worry; soon we’ll shut it down like Orakpo
On that note, we should do a show at the Mall
The D.C. peeps have been starving after all
No sleep for now, I think I need some Adderall
It's getting' kinda late, I'll hit you back tomorrow
[Hook]
I woke up kinda early; it’s noon
About another hour till I’m surely in tune
About a hundred dollars were my earnings in June
If you count my car savings that I’m burning into
Okay, the underground scene is for turnips and shrews
I'd would teach ‘bout the world, but I learning it too
It works the way Copernicus drew
My house is not a home; it’s a furniture zoo
I guess that makes me furniture too
[Verse 2]
Talked to my buddy out in Lanham
Said he wants move out to Cali on the candid
Rolls Royce drive; says he wants to go phantom
Not sure if I should throw a party or a tantrum
He’s got girl problems ‘cause the sisters aren’t a fan of
The tats, the music, or the taste for the Hannah’s
My spectrum is a panda
And my dream girl is sorta Paula Patton
Our lives are in transit
Between the rock and the hard like we’re posted up in Akron
I spot him on some beats like a day old banana
John Woo moves got him in on the action
That should raise the heat like a summer in Atlanta
Plus my name is getting kinda big on the campus
I keep it pretty leet so my thumbs never cramp up
Call you later, man; I’ve got papers to examine
[Hook]
“What’s up?”
Nothing really. Whatcha doing?
“Just chillin’. I’m surprised you’re still alive”
Sorry, I haven’t hit you up, but I’ve been busy with some other stuff
[Verse]
Busy with the tracks chopping up like a samurai
I’m occupied; Do I really an alibi?
You want a breakdown, but it isn’t even hammer time
I know you got your own shit, lemme fucking handle mine
Anyway, I catalyzed ties with the radder guys
Ample times analyzed by the hampered eyes
It’s not my fault I pasteurized the rap design
On second thought it is, so grab a stub and stand in line
My plate's full; I’ve got a big appetite
Been waking up at six now, Yes I got to class on time
What’s that look for? I was early half the time
Okay, that’s a lie
I like to keep it real so I never get camera shy
I bleed on the script enough to make the actors cry
It’s nothing new so don’t try to act surprised
That’s what’s been up, now are you satisfied?
[Hook]
“So when you coming back, bro?”
The back road I’m at though is fucking up the cash flow
Green seems to be the bottleneck like Tabasco
Don’t worry; soon we’ll shut it down like Orakpo
On that note, we should do a show at the Mall
The D.C. peeps have been starving after all
No sleep for now, I think I need some Adderall
It's getting' kinda late, I'll hit you back tomorrow
[Hook]
( Jumi )
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