Lord Knows
Mama told me don't hurt nobody and
Daddy told me boy save your money so
There I go with my wallet
Only couple of dollars
Man I really wanna buy those video games
But I go to work then come home and sang
Like I really wanna find that time to hang
But again I'm on the microphone ta spit slang
I'm just waiting for the big bang
Grabbing on my ding dang
Kind of like a sunken tank
I'm going down
Man I really wish I fit in with the people
But I'm a white dude making rap singles
I ain't Eminem and I ain't really Mac Miller
I ain't Macklemore that's for sure killer
Get acclimated to the pace that I'm staying at
If you try ta break it down
You bending over and breaking your back
Shit, pardon me
My cranium's split and it's hard to see
But I'm a visionary
Now my vision blurry
Guess I'm fresh out of luck
I usually hold in all this junk
Till I just up and erupt
Promise that's not what you want
You be like yo what the f***
Mike you're like a jack in the box
We'll never know when you pop
But yo I just had to go get it
Trust ambition
How many songs can I drop, one minute
But bottom line
I got to find my mind
I got to balance this music shit with life and now
Jesus
Could ya point me in the right direction
Cause lord knows I'm ready for it
I was just wondering if you can save me from myself
Well
Lord knows
Ooh we should let them know
Dammit we should let them know now
That we ain't ever gonna quit and it's cool
I'm back and I'm ready to attack a whack rapper
Lacking class, I'm glad you asked
I'm rapping fast to fly past them
I flabbergast them like uh
I just wanna have a little fun
Before my clock stops ticking and my time here's done
I'm a bust a rhyme
I don't wanna waste no time
I'm fine, I'm
Probably overthinking the moment
It's the only thing I'm good at
That is why I got to own it
Every song that I got's gotta pop
Be a bop, if it's not
When it drops, it'll end up in a box like
Who want it
Got to learn to rip it just like you've done it
Baby baby
Have I given you enough of me
Open up your eyes to see
If you believe I've reached my peak
You sadly mistaking
You think that you can tell me what to do
And I'll sit down and listen to you
Must of had me confused with a different dude
You fricking stupid
God, forgive me for my rhymes this time
Cause bottom line
I got to find my mind
I got to balance this music shit with life and now
Jesus
Could you point me in the right direction cause lord knows
I need it
I want it
I was just wondering if you can save me from myself
Well
Lord knows
Daddy told me boy save your money so
There I go with my wallet
Only couple of dollars
Man I really wanna buy those video games
But I go to work then come home and sang
Like I really wanna find that time to hang
But again I'm on the microphone ta spit slang
I'm just waiting for the big bang
Grabbing on my ding dang
Kind of like a sunken tank
I'm going down
Man I really wish I fit in with the people
But I'm a white dude making rap singles
I ain't Eminem and I ain't really Mac Miller
I ain't Macklemore that's for sure killer
Get acclimated to the pace that I'm staying at
If you try ta break it down
You bending over and breaking your back
Shit, pardon me
My cranium's split and it's hard to see
But I'm a visionary
Now my vision blurry
Guess I'm fresh out of luck
I usually hold in all this junk
Till I just up and erupt
Promise that's not what you want
You be like yo what the f***
Mike you're like a jack in the box
We'll never know when you pop
But yo I just had to go get it
Trust ambition
How many songs can I drop, one minute
But bottom line
I got to find my mind
I got to balance this music shit with life and now
Jesus
Could ya point me in the right direction
Cause lord knows I'm ready for it
I was just wondering if you can save me from myself
Well
Lord knows
Ooh we should let them know
Dammit we should let them know now
That we ain't ever gonna quit and it's cool
I'm back and I'm ready to attack a whack rapper
Lacking class, I'm glad you asked
I'm rapping fast to fly past them
I flabbergast them like uh
I just wanna have a little fun
Before my clock stops ticking and my time here's done
I'm a bust a rhyme
I don't wanna waste no time
I'm fine, I'm
Probably overthinking the moment
It's the only thing I'm good at
That is why I got to own it
Every song that I got's gotta pop
Be a bop, if it's not
When it drops, it'll end up in a box like
Who want it
Got to learn to rip it just like you've done it
Baby baby
Have I given you enough of me
Open up your eyes to see
If you believe I've reached my peak
You sadly mistaking
You think that you can tell me what to do
And I'll sit down and listen to you
Must of had me confused with a different dude
You fricking stupid
God, forgive me for my rhymes this time
Cause bottom line
I got to find my mind
I got to balance this music shit with life and now
Jesus
Could you point me in the right direction cause lord knows
I need it
I want it
I was just wondering if you can save me from myself
Well
Lord knows
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Writer(s): Michael Mcgovern
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