As I get richer
Getting more chicks on my Richard
You ask what's wrong with my picture?
There ain't no chicks in the mixture
If there was one I'd ditch her
And I probably won't miss her
ABC. Easy as 123 to lay one down like a stretcher
Because listen up
I'm what's up
Because I understand good enough ain't enough
I got that wasted money on my cuff
And that evasive money on my stuff
Paste my gunning on every track
So slick we slide but don't slip on slack
My cliques collide and we click click clack/click or clack
Pressure peaks, but us kids can't cocaine crack
I think I've said enough and I've read enough
On that ready stuff because I've studied up
And I've put in work. John Tesh, what's up?
I know the risks get rough. And some tisk but tough
Because I kiss one love. And the index goes up
And if that Charles in Charge, for short, y'all can call me Chuck
Norris, for it's not fair to be half there
And I usually wouldn't care except for the fact that this is my career
We're talking about while y'all walking about
And I'm working my iffy past off
To be known for fly like NASA
I guess that means that this is blast-off
So clap, huh?
Because this is history
And if you're in it for me
Then you're in it with me
So come children and come worthy
And come wickedly
Because I'm sick, you see
Got a doctor's note
All my chickidee's think the ill is potent
So God-willing I'll stay illing at least until my fever's broken
So I heard y'all had some questions for me
I hope this is worthy enough to deter these
Whether or not, just know I put work in
Not impressed yet?
God, that's depressing
I've been guessing the lists of testy terminology
Would be my eulogy and my testament
I was guessing my goals we're good
But that was esteemed as only an estimate
I love what we messing with
But that don't mean I got time for resting it
If I'm blessed
I won't digress
We progress so much
We confess we rush
Going best or bust
On some restless stuff
Know what's next. So what?
I'm opposite of Hutch
Y'all best listen up
Because tables are switching up
And someone said be real so just in case I brought my fishing stuff
And don't confuse joking and choking
Because extra pressure help to get here
I leave to amphibians all that croaking
I am just no average bloke kid
We the kids that crowds are stoked with
We'll be going golden until our name alone provokes it
No swagger, watching "Full House" on the weekend
Are greatness levels peaking?
Or am I too white? Peaked
Is it even real the dream levels we're reaching
Is anyone competing or am I alone in my region?
I'm alone in the evening. I'm actually pretty used to it
I know what not losing's doing
Putting in work while everyone else snoozing
Red eyes in the morning from perusing the lyrics and the music
After last night was already a doozie
Getting more chicks on my Richard
You ask what's wrong with my picture?
There ain't no chicks in the mixture
If there was one I'd ditch her
And I probably won't miss her
ABC. Easy as 123 to lay one down like a stretcher
Because listen up
I'm what's up
Because I understand good enough ain't enough
I got that wasted money on my cuff
And that evasive money on my stuff
Paste my gunning on every track
So slick we slide but don't slip on slack
My cliques collide and we click click clack/click or clack
Pressure peaks, but us kids can't cocaine crack
I think I've said enough and I've read enough
On that ready stuff because I've studied up
And I've put in work. John Tesh, what's up?
I know the risks get rough. And some tisk but tough
Because I kiss one love. And the index goes up
And if that Charles in Charge, for short, y'all can call me Chuck
Norris, for it's not fair to be half there
And I usually wouldn't care except for the fact that this is my career
We're talking about while y'all walking about
And I'm working my iffy past off
To be known for fly like NASA
I guess that means that this is blast-off
So clap, huh?
Because this is history
And if you're in it for me
Then you're in it with me
So come children and come worthy
And come wickedly
Because I'm sick, you see
Got a doctor's note
All my chickidee's think the ill is potent
So God-willing I'll stay illing at least until my fever's broken
So I heard y'all had some questions for me
I hope this is worthy enough to deter these
Whether or not, just know I put work in
Not impressed yet?
God, that's depressing
I've been guessing the lists of testy terminology
Would be my eulogy and my testament
I was guessing my goals we're good
But that was esteemed as only an estimate
I love what we messing with
But that don't mean I got time for resting it
If I'm blessed
I won't digress
We progress so much
We confess we rush
Going best or bust
On some restless stuff
Know what's next. So what?
I'm opposite of Hutch
Y'all best listen up
Because tables are switching up
And someone said be real so just in case I brought my fishing stuff
And don't confuse joking and choking
Because extra pressure help to get here
I leave to amphibians all that croaking
I am just no average bloke kid
We the kids that crowds are stoked with
We'll be going golden until our name alone provokes it
No swagger, watching "Full House" on the weekend
Are greatness levels peaking?
Or am I too white? Peaked
Is it even real the dream levels we're reaching
Is anyone competing or am I alone in my region?
I'm alone in the evening. I'm actually pretty used to it
I know what not losing's doing
Putting in work while everyone else snoozing
Red eyes in the morning from perusing the lyrics and the music
After last night was already a doozie
( Barnalbee )
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