Caustic
In the shadows of the moment
Are you rocking what you stolen?
Need a ride 'cause I'm so wavy
Posting shots up like the Navy
In the presence of your human tests
I am discovered by the truth
I am the voice inside your room
Just keep your head, don't spin in two
Just make the call and I pay dues
'Cause there is nothing else to lose
There's no dark clouds, but there's a gloom
This way of solving, what's confused?
But I just stick it, look how I'm living
Stress? You're too livid
So many chains on me, need some diamonds
Check me on my vital signs, if I'm up, I'm not sick
Swerving I'm in overdrive, from A to B real quick
We hit that on the TV, if you're Morty, then I'm Rick
Watch me work that overtime, make small checks into bricks
From the beginning of this life you really must commit
'Cause that fast life that you wanted never really could exist
You gotta make this job real, this stuff isn't put on print (yeah)
Swimming in the deep end, watch shapes moving in caustic
Lay back with some shades, I'm sipping on that juice and gin
(Oh, whoa)
You ask me how I know it
You know I gotta show it
You talking 'bout the folding?
You popping out, you rowing
Just watch me how I roll
You watch me hopping up, I got that demon in the back
Swerving in the 'Rari, hopping in the Cadillac
That ain't what you got in mind, I got you back on that
How you even rapping like that?
Are you rocking what you stolen?
Need a ride 'cause I'm so wavy
Posting shots up like the Navy
In the presence of your human tests
I am discovered by the truth
I am the voice inside your room
Just keep your head, don't spin in two
Just make the call and I pay dues
'Cause there is nothing else to lose
There's no dark clouds, but there's a gloom
This way of solving, what's confused?
But I just stick it, look how I'm living
Stress? You're too livid
So many chains on me, need some diamonds
Check me on my vital signs, if I'm up, I'm not sick
Swerving I'm in overdrive, from A to B real quick
We hit that on the TV, if you're Morty, then I'm Rick
Watch me work that overtime, make small checks into bricks
From the beginning of this life you really must commit
'Cause that fast life that you wanted never really could exist
You gotta make this job real, this stuff isn't put on print (yeah)
Swimming in the deep end, watch shapes moving in caustic
Lay back with some shades, I'm sipping on that juice and gin
(Oh, whoa)
You ask me how I know it
You know I gotta show it
You talking 'bout the folding?
You popping out, you rowing
Just watch me how I roll
You watch me hopping up, I got that demon in the back
Swerving in the 'Rari, hopping in the Cadillac
That ain't what you got in mind, I got you back on that
How you even rapping like that?
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