If it's a funky beat, I jump in.
No funk elements, just jump in.
You feel comfy, then I feel punky.
It's been a while, I've been scribbling, I'm done yet.
I spend more each week than I get here.
Buy food and essentials, I'm handsome.
in India, but strollers are cheap here.
It even made electricity friendly.
I've been fighting the enemies outside my head, not even half strong as the demon in my head, so I can take outsiders like all at once.
Not him, he's the hard type.
He's like all I've been.
He had me carry San Odessa to live with water to sleep.
He had me to win all the shit because he just wanted to sleep.
It's been telling me what to do, what not to do, and make it seem.
Are you feeling it or not?
It's not a problem, make it seem.
What's in your mind is what you feel, not what you see and what you feel.
But what you make out of it all, that's why your brothers aren't stuck.
You live, eat, sleep, and breathe on the same roof.
So act like your mother's a different one, breaks loose.
It's late too to play smooth and stay cool.
What you said is out of your mouth and nothing comes in its way to ears.
We'll say a few words to make a new problem It's a way too early, it shouldn't have happened If it's a funky beat, I jump in No funk elements, you're jumping If you're comfy, man, I feel pumped, yeah It's been a while, I've been scribbling, I've done it
I spend more each week than I get here.
My food and essentials, I'm empty.
in India, but strollers are cheap here.
It even made electricity friendly.
What's the point?
That's what you often get asked.
By who?
I don't know.
This rap about rats.
Sick of rap about rats.
Rap about that.
Rap about this.
Rap about just nothing at last.
Wrap it up now.
Forget about content.
We're here to jump up and the music is loud.
At the top of my lungs, I'm a shop.
Move your head, move your body to your target.
These are lame lyrics.
None of this will go up by your head.
All aligned in a lane to your brain that is late.
What a shame.
Who to blame?
You or me?
Who is you?
Who you talking to?
Imaginary, this is all around the way they blend in.
Can't deny the fact the sound suits independent.
The only thing they have to talk about is how they spend it.
The way my head.
trips, when I think of what to write, I don't recall having a bigger headache.
But if it's a funky beat, I jump in.
No funk elements or junked in.
I feel comfy, man, I feel pumped, yeah.
It's been a while, I've been scribbling, I've done it.
I spend more each week than I get here.
Buy food and essentials sometimes.
in India, but strollers are cheap here.
It even made electricity friendly.
I used to run easy, now I struggle to walk.
It's like buns eat me, time's pulling me back.
I borrowed money from my friends and I'll be giving it back.
This is my flex.
Then do you think I'll be giving it back?
I need a break from the writing.
I need more inputs.
Many faces I've been through.
I did all I could.
I'll be a father in a few months hoping I'll be good.
I pray to God that my deeds will be all to my kids.
Now my lungs feed me and my blessed yeses.
My queen still treats me like a king.
Yes, she respects.
That's what I do.
That's the best part.
She reads a thousand books.
Still does not judge me for not reading.
Helps me with proofreading.
That's right.
She's good with punctuations.
I'm better with rhymes.
So maybe with numbers and not with the roads.
I forget the roads like you did me wrong.
But when I hear a funky beat, I jump it.
No funk elements, still jump it.
I feel comfy, man, I feel pumped, yeah.
It's been a while, I've been scribbling, I've done it.
I spend more each week than I get here.
Buy food and essentials, I'm empty.
in India but dollars are cheap here.
It even made electricity friendly.
