Organics
Hoot, hoot
Hoot, hoot
Hoo-hoot
Hoo-hoot
Ohmmmmm
Mm
Ah-ah
Mmmmm
Mm
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
With all due respect to my limits
Fuck em
Doin what I want when I want
Fuck em
Nigga I could die like any day
What I look like listening to they
I'll be kinda scary in my thirties
Uh, I think I'm dangerous to society
Yeah, gettin pussy wake me up early
But now I'm late to work
Man I hope that they don't fire me
You ever felt a sword go through your heart
I don't know why but that shit always inspires me
Imagine how I feel now I'm in deep
I'm wit a girl so good to me
I think they put a hit on me
We fin' to turn this place into a psych ward
I wan' every one go crazy
I wan' everyone go crazy yeah
You're not crazy yet, you're a cyborg, yeah
We're so fucked up we checked in when we were babies
But thank you dad for striking me wit optimism
In my rose tinted shades they fear me like Cyclops was in em
And they got it right I'm very left
Soft spoken, but when I go this hard they all chokin
Tell the groupies
Fall back though, yeah
Bryce Trent I'm painting my Picasso, yeah
Two words
Make-that ass-flow
Bryce Trent, don't smoke while I'm in stack mode
With all due respect to my limits
Fuck em
Doin what I want when I want
Fuck em
Nigga I could die like any day
Fuck em
What I look like listening to they?
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Fuck em
Hoot, hoot
Hoo-hoot
Hoo-hoot
Ohmmmmm
Mm
Ah-ah
Mmmmm
Mm
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
With all due respect to my limits
Fuck em
Doin what I want when I want
Fuck em
Nigga I could die like any day
What I look like listening to they
I'll be kinda scary in my thirties
Uh, I think I'm dangerous to society
Yeah, gettin pussy wake me up early
But now I'm late to work
Man I hope that they don't fire me
You ever felt a sword go through your heart
I don't know why but that shit always inspires me
Imagine how I feel now I'm in deep
I'm wit a girl so good to me
I think they put a hit on me
We fin' to turn this place into a psych ward
I wan' every one go crazy
I wan' everyone go crazy yeah
You're not crazy yet, you're a cyborg, yeah
We're so fucked up we checked in when we were babies
But thank you dad for striking me wit optimism
In my rose tinted shades they fear me like Cyclops was in em
And they got it right I'm very left
Soft spoken, but when I go this hard they all chokin
Tell the groupies
Fall back though, yeah
Bryce Trent I'm painting my Picasso, yeah
Two words
Make-that ass-flow
Bryce Trent, don't smoke while I'm in stack mode
With all due respect to my limits
Fuck em
Doin what I want when I want
Fuck em
Nigga I could die like any day
Fuck em
What I look like listening to they?
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Fuck em
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Writer(s): Bryce Trent
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