2020 Jesus
Lost in my mind, ahead of my time
Dead outta luck, I'm shit out of rhymes
I'm big into puns, cinnamon buns
And thicker women who let me stick my dick in they buns
The sickest one
Overworking my flickin' thumb
I go freakin' dumb
I go gorilla, you chicken son
Chicken ramen on the daily in the dope spot
Ya baby momma in my kitchen and she don't stop
I wasn't done, put you in a pickle, pick a gun
Ya bullets tickle a little bit ya bitch put up fisticuffs
I'm really stuck
The fuck did I put inside my lungs
I really must
Get off of my ass and hide the stuff
Whatever bruh
Charlie sheenin' on the tv screenin'
While Hidden demons in the BnB they watch me sleepin'
But I don't mind that, I got a bigger fish to fry
Keep the pistol where the pans are, the pipe is by my side
Ramblin' on Ima ramblin' man like Santa man
I'll drop a gift at ya mammys house in my jammys man
She said daddy damn I said you ain't got one of them
I just collect the check and get some neck like it's the stimulus
I'm just tryna sneak n take a peek at you
Maybe like a drink or 2 you know how like people do
Shouldn't have to prove I'm not a rapist just to meet with you
I'm just tryna talk about my feelings cuz I need to
I need to not to get me too'd
With a bad Aztecan bitch in the hotel room eating seafood
Back like I never left cuz I never left
I'm always up cuz I'm high as fuck and it's always evident
Chinky eyes are chinkier than usual
But I can see thru the bullshit so I don't speak to you
But I'm down for a pizza with a freaky Latina chica
On the weekend she might be Sri Lankan I don't even
Know at this point, know where I am
Lost in my mind, ahead of my time
Dead outta -
(Wait, I already said that)
I'm so divine I think that I'm 2020 Jesus
If you ask my former women they'll say I'm the antichrist
If I had a fuck to give I'd let it fly
I just messaged 5 chicks on tinder pics of inner thighs
It's not mine mom I promise glad you had me
Shot the shit with a bitch and now I'm trigger happy
And if you want the right one I'm in first place
Right here but you woulda never caught it in the first place
Dead outta luck, I'm shit out of rhymes
I'm big into puns, cinnamon buns
And thicker women who let me stick my dick in they buns
The sickest one
Overworking my flickin' thumb
I go freakin' dumb
I go gorilla, you chicken son
Chicken ramen on the daily in the dope spot
Ya baby momma in my kitchen and she don't stop
I wasn't done, put you in a pickle, pick a gun
Ya bullets tickle a little bit ya bitch put up fisticuffs
I'm really stuck
The fuck did I put inside my lungs
I really must
Get off of my ass and hide the stuff
Whatever bruh
Charlie sheenin' on the tv screenin'
While Hidden demons in the BnB they watch me sleepin'
But I don't mind that, I got a bigger fish to fry
Keep the pistol where the pans are, the pipe is by my side
Ramblin' on Ima ramblin' man like Santa man
I'll drop a gift at ya mammys house in my jammys man
She said daddy damn I said you ain't got one of them
I just collect the check and get some neck like it's the stimulus
I'm just tryna sneak n take a peek at you
Maybe like a drink or 2 you know how like people do
Shouldn't have to prove I'm not a rapist just to meet with you
I'm just tryna talk about my feelings cuz I need to
I need to not to get me too'd
With a bad Aztecan bitch in the hotel room eating seafood
Back like I never left cuz I never left
I'm always up cuz I'm high as fuck and it's always evident
Chinky eyes are chinkier than usual
But I can see thru the bullshit so I don't speak to you
But I'm down for a pizza with a freaky Latina chica
On the weekend she might be Sri Lankan I don't even
Know at this point, know where I am
Lost in my mind, ahead of my time
Dead outta -
(Wait, I already said that)
I'm so divine I think that I'm 2020 Jesus
If you ask my former women they'll say I'm the antichrist
If I had a fuck to give I'd let it fly
I just messaged 5 chicks on tinder pics of inner thighs
It's not mine mom I promise glad you had me
Shot the shit with a bitch and now I'm trigger happy
And if you want the right one I'm in first place
Right here but you woulda never caught it in the first place
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Writer(s): Cris Taylor
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