Lab Rats
I ain't no rapper just an artisan
Caught up and gone my heart it's in my sleeve pocket
Guarding my soul
Best believe I bestow my garden
Present partly on Christmas Eve like
Like I been calling for snow it's all I need
Plus my girl and my family the smallest seed
They put the best upon me so I succeed
Got taught to dot all my i's and cross ya t's
Park the whip inside and season the trees
I bust the top and I leave
She see insecurity in me and, play the keys
The way we got harmony it's unbelievable
That's the main reason why I'm bouta leave her though
She think I'm evil
So, I pierce the veil and free ego; you see what steer me?
Most of fears fear me, most of my peers cheer me
Toast if you really jamming, mostly scribbled in panic
Been manic, ever since I could remember
Born before November youngest cub the village Simba
Known to shine the symbols
Some will say it's something different 'bout em
Never fit the mold or shot up from the kitchen counter
Ticket sent to wishing fountain
Clique, DROP DEAD XX
Check thicken like GMO quick chicken
How the tick tick ticking on my wrist get missing
And the witch went fishing for some pence
I'ma let the smoke descent from my vents
And the higher I go I get lower
Tryna find a reason not to blow up
All my dominos sit in my soul
Put in play when it's my turn to go
Checkered past oh no
2nd last, honor roll
Crush the mask on the floor
Don't want the mask no more
Caught up and gone my heart it's in my sleeve pocket
Guarding my soul
Best believe I bestow my garden
Present partly on Christmas Eve like
Like I been calling for snow it's all I need
Plus my girl and my family the smallest seed
They put the best upon me so I succeed
Got taught to dot all my i's and cross ya t's
Park the whip inside and season the trees
I bust the top and I leave
She see insecurity in me and, play the keys
The way we got harmony it's unbelievable
That's the main reason why I'm bouta leave her though
She think I'm evil
So, I pierce the veil and free ego; you see what steer me?
Most of fears fear me, most of my peers cheer me
Toast if you really jamming, mostly scribbled in panic
Been manic, ever since I could remember
Born before November youngest cub the village Simba
Known to shine the symbols
Some will say it's something different 'bout em
Never fit the mold or shot up from the kitchen counter
Ticket sent to wishing fountain
Clique, DROP DEAD XX
Check thicken like GMO quick chicken
How the tick tick ticking on my wrist get missing
And the witch went fishing for some pence
I'ma let the smoke descent from my vents
And the higher I go I get lower
Tryna find a reason not to blow up
All my dominos sit in my soul
Put in play when it's my turn to go
Checkered past oh no
2nd last, honor roll
Crush the mask on the floor
Don't want the mask no more
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Writer(s): Juan Thompson
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