The Application

Flick on that Bic
Light up that flame
Applying that pressure to push through the pain

My wordplay get crazy I scribble and scrabble
I've spoken too much I should go and skidaddle I'm rattled from battles with self
Maybe a riddle could save me some lyrical help
I'm moving like Jagger with wounds that cut jagged I met you a virgin been fucked ever since
A loner turned stoner so don't hit my line
I'm trapped in my mind cuz who needs friends

I'm bout my guap workin
I cannot stop workin
I sit at the top lurking
Don't fuck with ops serpents
Cuz I'm bout my guap yeah workin
I'm bout my guap
I cannot stop yeah workin
I cannot stop

And I got yo bitch yeah working
She give me top yeah perfect
They tell me I'm hot yeah burning
Just wait till I pop yeah certain
Duck off on the cops yeah swerving
Cause I'm bout my guap yeah working
I'm bout my guap yeah working
Swear I cannot stop



Credits
Writer(s): Glendell Hodge
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