Mr. Dynamite

Dance the night away, baby we could try
Make the world spin slower, we could take our time
And get to know each other over cherry wine

Standing in the rain, outside, it's a vibe
Feeling like a teen, headphones too high
Feeling like a kid when adults drink wine
Feeling like an alien when everybody whine in a day where I shine
Feeling like a bitch when the first mood mine
Feeling like a kid with a curse could fly
Without the kid lifting it first, you try
Rain feels good on my face, it reminds of the good days I was sad then
Maybe cause my childhood hard to grasp, it's too much
And it stick out, that's hard to swallow like a trident
On my end
Eighth grade, that's when it hit me, I don't want what life is
On my head there was my end, but now I got a better diet
School gone, girl gone, rap, shit, hard to stay a nice kid (it's hard to stay a nice kid!)
Feel like I need a ho to come suck my dick
When, really I need acceptance
From myself, get reflective
Look at a mirror lovingly and spread this
Move on, leave the past in the past and use these gifts to focus on the present

It's too soon to give up on tonight
Haven't had the chance to show you my moves and I
Think you'd like to see why they would call me Mr. Dynamite (woo)
It's too soon to give up on tonight (on tonight)
Haven't had the chance to show you my moves and I (moves and I)
Think you'd like to see why they would call me Mr. Dynamite

Another shooting in the channel
What the fuck is up with the world?
All the people trying to cancel (cancel)
Call toxic-ness a needed role
And it's hitting the masses
When really, they talk out their asses
And all of it passes like flashes
When class acts trying to salvage get passed as idealist bastards
Nineteen, and missing, I'm looking for myself
With a blindfold on, I don't want to see my cell
Quietly piecing it, poking at the wealth
That I'll go conjure, make everyone well
I don't want to look back, what I want is ahead
Holding rum, something red, while I stand, understand?
While she got cherry wine, she classy like an ed
Don't want them to fall for me like the first wife of Ned (Flanders)
You got that?
Single, so confident emotions are brought back
None of it a false act, I just had the ball-sack to see the line and cross that
And I'm the one who draws that but there's always a drawback
Ironic
Most people fall so fast they don't realize they're falling
But am I on the ground, lost?
Or am I waiting to fly to my spot, be soaring?
If honest, it's too soon to give up on tonight
Haven't had the chance to show you my moves and I
Think you'd like to see why they would call me Mr. Dynamite, yeah

As you can see, I'm no singer