Front Desk
As I creep down the block like choco let
Twin blades, door handle equipped down
Bought the building, I'm staying in Course Inn
Only option for delinquent rapping and whoring
Jumping like Jordan assuming assumptions
My soul is for sale, sike, signature forging
Herbal libido pick up the pack up to Portland
Witty engineers be quick to pack up the porcelain
Packing and morphing, pack pack packing and morphing
Wake as a newborn stacking sticky resource mints
As I unfold the the depths of my gold perception
Jesus Christ this boy is good at dodging weapons
Any sword formed against she,
Shall ricochet back at his hat and miss me
I'm draped in the cloak of the goat
My emotions turned up missing when I'm stroking her throat
Oh no not her, that's me
Seen that girl on Cary Street
I hope she remembers me
A memory of a memory
I hope she feels the same
Copy carbon
Vintage military garments
Couple industrial apartments
Turn your mother to a pharmacist
Your father to a novice
Your shooter to a congressman
I like a lot of different levels I'm not interested in moderate
She looking at the clock, but she know what time is
Swimming in the wop with a bad Pocohontas bitch
Zoom call industry, white america enemies
Telling them I'm god sent he something like a kin to me
Son you must be kidding me
I orbit with the angels,
I could talk you into anal,
I'm to busy for a label
Matter fact, this is not a white america, this is my america
Fucking on a Erica while trying to break the barrier from Chinese,
Black peeps, Muslims,,, white folks, outlandish keep candid
Shreddy boy, I'm romantic it gets frantic,
Disrespectful and manic come underhanded
I'll double dribble for the band, I know the codey
I'm from the west like brook, shoutout to brodey
He getting high off the hook, I keep it lowkey
I'm in the city no security
These chords working out like bo-flex, I ain't working out
Knocking at your door with the tape to get the word out
If I don't bring home a grammy she gon' urk out
Bitch I'm the academy the talent and the top vote
I don't need your cademy to test cus' I'm a top sco'
Balling on a budget, balling like a nugget,
Hundred thousand worth of grudges drop em' like a bucket
Gravy with the stuffing
Life of three sabbaticals
A socialist, rational
Republican, more laughable
A democrat will shat on you, so what the fuck I'm suppose to do
I'll start a cult
Twin blades, door handle equipped down
Bought the building, I'm staying in Course Inn
Only option for delinquent rapping and whoring
Jumping like Jordan assuming assumptions
My soul is for sale, sike, signature forging
Herbal libido pick up the pack up to Portland
Witty engineers be quick to pack up the porcelain
Packing and morphing, pack pack packing and morphing
Wake as a newborn stacking sticky resource mints
As I unfold the the depths of my gold perception
Jesus Christ this boy is good at dodging weapons
Any sword formed against she,
Shall ricochet back at his hat and miss me
I'm draped in the cloak of the goat
My emotions turned up missing when I'm stroking her throat
Oh no not her, that's me
Seen that girl on Cary Street
I hope she remembers me
A memory of a memory
I hope she feels the same
Copy carbon
Vintage military garments
Couple industrial apartments
Turn your mother to a pharmacist
Your father to a novice
Your shooter to a congressman
I like a lot of different levels I'm not interested in moderate
She looking at the clock, but she know what time is
Swimming in the wop with a bad Pocohontas bitch
Zoom call industry, white america enemies
Telling them I'm god sent he something like a kin to me
Son you must be kidding me
I orbit with the angels,
I could talk you into anal,
I'm to busy for a label
Matter fact, this is not a white america, this is my america
Fucking on a Erica while trying to break the barrier from Chinese,
Black peeps, Muslims,,, white folks, outlandish keep candid
Shreddy boy, I'm romantic it gets frantic,
Disrespectful and manic come underhanded
I'll double dribble for the band, I know the codey
I'm from the west like brook, shoutout to brodey
He getting high off the hook, I keep it lowkey
I'm in the city no security
These chords working out like bo-flex, I ain't working out
Knocking at your door with the tape to get the word out
If I don't bring home a grammy she gon' urk out
Bitch I'm the academy the talent and the top vote
I don't need your cademy to test cus' I'm a top sco'
Balling on a budget, balling like a nugget,
Hundred thousand worth of grudges drop em' like a bucket
Gravy with the stuffing
Life of three sabbaticals
A socialist, rational
Republican, more laughable
A democrat will shat on you, so what the fuck I'm suppose to do
I'll start a cult
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Writer(s): Antone Chavez Exum Jr
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