Quick Wit

Wit too quick
You ain't slick
I don't trip
'Tis what it is
I ain't opulent
Aw nah that's kind of mid
That just really ain't it
But at least it's entertaining

Messin' with you is recreation
Now don't go and get all inflamed yeah
I mean what you want me to say yeah
Ya accusations never age well
You get ya fix off tryna raise hell
It's still a cold world word to Fayetteville
With all ya cheap thrills
Now you don't fit the bill
Hmm, nah
You just love to hear yourself make noise
Then you get annoyed when I handle ya with poise
And now we off that Sigmund Freud
Psychotic how we try to fill the void
Hm, only to fall in
I'd rather crawl in
But no half-steppin' gotta be all in
For someone so bold you're still pretty indecisive
Oh what you lookin' for a stipend
We all born into the "kid-life crisis"
Some of us just don't gotta hit the wall to see it coming
How to be in the world, but not of it

Wit too quick
You ain't slick
I don't trip
'Tis what it is
I ain't opulent
Aw nah that's kind of mid
That just really ain't it
But at least it's entertaining



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Writer(s): Shaun Martin
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