Lyricist : Your Boy Sponge
It's going to be a bad day, I can feel it
I feel like I'm halfway in my feelings
I've been running mad plays, unfulfilling
Something in my pathways needs some healing
Got to clear my caché, need some chilling
Got to find a café, that's appealing
I've been having glad days when I'm grilling
But it's only sad days that's appearing lately
Got me feeling like a villain lately
It's like my mind is somewhere else
I probably need a vacation or something
I don't know
But, maybe I'm not supposed to know
Yuh
Not the right time or the right place
I've been in my prime for like nine days
We're committing crimes with a fine blaze
Gotta clear my mind, I got mind haze
I don't even rhymе with the right phrase
I've been trying to hidе in a wide maze
Put away my pride for some side praise
Now I have arrived to design phase
They just told me I am a Psycho
They just told me I'm looking quite old
They know that my rhymes are like fine gold
They know that I shine as the time goes
Call me Maestro
Call me itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow polka-dotted bro
I've been driving fast cuz I'm not slow
Put it in the past, you can not grow
I'm ready
Whoa, SpongeBob just went off!
Why is he rapping like this on 3/4 beat?
What is he doing?
He's just standing there
MENACINGLY!
Yaa
Look at all the colors on my wristwatch
Roley got the others looking dislodged
Now they have to struggle to exist now
Leaking out their udders like a sick cow
Trembling in the covers like a sick child
I got bricks now
I just told my mother that I'm ticked now
Girls wanna be my lover cause I'm thick now
Trying to recover like I'm Mewtwo
Trying to rediscover what I'm used to
I don't like this country I salute to
I don't like this money I'm reduced to
I don't have a job, I don't have a boat
I just had to rob when I got broke
Every time I mob
I got smoke
Pass to SpongeBob
Cuz the God spoke
Catch the alley-oop, then I windmill
Hit a double cross, then I spin drill
SpongeBob got them in a spin wheel
SpongeBob fatter than skim milk
I know that you noticed that I been real
You know that my flow with violin is ill
You can tell it go when every sentence pass
Got you looking bogus like you finished last
Yaa
On my worst day I still spazz
