Noon
I feel like
I'm the realest in the room
And it's only noon
Wish that
You would
Step up on my shoes
Ooou we can get into it
Ye
This that Martian music
Gas too strong
Would've thought I pooted
I feel like Tonight I bring racks alone
Smoke by myself
On the couch in vlone
You can go out
But imma get throwed
At home
At home
At home
Light woods
Get gone
Fuck you mean bitch
Going stu?
Ugh (Nah)
Imma spit the real shit at home
Real is in the room
Lone in the 4 corners
Of my quarters
Noti's that spazz phones
It's just daughters
I just wanna blow
turn my crib into a walmart
I just wanna blow
Turn my crib into a Walmart
Roll around the crib
Secure the peace
Like I'm Paul blart
Haven't seen the sun in like weeks
I been locked inside my room
And my room is like sheesh
Imma stayer
You a goer
You a player
Imma poet
Imma player too
Less you got that thang
I can't play with you
And unless you got that thang
I can't play with you
Unless you got that thang
I can't play with you
Unless you got that thang
I feel like
I'm the realest in the room
And it's only noon
Wish that
You would
Step up on my shoes
Ooou we can get into it
Ye
This that Martian music
Gas too strong
Would've thought I pooted
I feel like Tonight I bring racks alone
Smoke by myself
On the couch in vlone
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
Oh
I don't know which home
Oh, oh, oh
I feel like I'm in my zone
Oh
I don't know which home
Oh, oh, oh
I feel like I'm in my zone
I'm the realest in the room
And it's only noon
Wish that
You would
Step up on my shoes
Ooou we can get into it
Ye
This that Martian music
Gas too strong
Would've thought I pooted
I feel like Tonight I bring racks alone
Smoke by myself
On the couch in vlone
You can go out
But imma get throwed
At home
At home
At home
Light woods
Get gone
Fuck you mean bitch
Going stu?
Ugh (Nah)
Imma spit the real shit at home
Real is in the room
Lone in the 4 corners
Of my quarters
Noti's that spazz phones
It's just daughters
I just wanna blow
turn my crib into a walmart
I just wanna blow
Turn my crib into a Walmart
Roll around the crib
Secure the peace
Like I'm Paul blart
Haven't seen the sun in like weeks
I been locked inside my room
And my room is like sheesh
Imma stayer
You a goer
You a player
Imma poet
Imma player too
Less you got that thang
I can't play with you
And unless you got that thang
I can't play with you
Unless you got that thang
I can't play with you
Unless you got that thang
I feel like
I'm the realest in the room
And it's only noon
Wish that
You would
Step up on my shoes
Ooou we can get into it
Ye
This that Martian music
Gas too strong
Would've thought I pooted
I feel like Tonight I bring racks alone
Smoke by myself
On the couch in vlone
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
At home
Oh
I don't know which home
Oh, oh, oh
I feel like I'm in my zone
Oh
I don't know which home
Oh, oh, oh
I feel like I'm in my zone
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stevens
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