Floor Seats
The flow gettin finished
Amass my ticket
To get these bitches sent right over, the mass pacific
We in Japan eating lamb with women who sinnin forget it
But fuck it cuz they just here to kick shit like a bucket
What happen
They ride my tide I make it they call me captain
There's certain figures in rapping I wouldn't mind overlapping
It's gettin tragic they sappin because of figures we addin
I sound as fly as Aladdin
But pack, I'm barely passing
Falling off like titanic we keepin this shit official
Pulling up with a Bissell she suckin fuckin for nickels
Thumbing thru all the bands and it's making my fingers tickle
Solace is setting waves while you boasting, coasting through ripples
There is no time I'm trapped in my mind I need a new consultant
If everyone die where they mind and what is the resultant
The media lie yo' friends gon' fly so who there when you rottin'
At the age of 12 I saw my best friend start convulsing
I swear he saw the gates that day and barely missed the trumpets
But back to now it's seeming I'm the topic of discussion
But how can we all function
With this day to day corruption
Got more bodies than the Hudson
And I'm talking reproduction
Chase a 9 to 5 go head and live another life
Apologize but not before you open up your eyes
7 figure check to sell your soul to corporate ties
Tell me what's the price to go ahead and turn a blind eye
Amass my ticket
To get these bitches sent right over, the mass pacific
We in Japan eating lamb with women who sinnin forget it
But fuck it cuz they just here to kick shit like a bucket
What happen
They ride my tide I make it they call me captain
There's certain figures in rapping I wouldn't mind overlapping
It's gettin tragic they sappin because of figures we addin
I sound as fly as Aladdin
But pack, I'm barely passing
Falling off like titanic we keepin this shit official
Pulling up with a Bissell she suckin fuckin for nickels
Thumbing thru all the bands and it's making my fingers tickle
Solace is setting waves while you boasting, coasting through ripples
There is no time I'm trapped in my mind I need a new consultant
If everyone die where they mind and what is the resultant
The media lie yo' friends gon' fly so who there when you rottin'
At the age of 12 I saw my best friend start convulsing
I swear he saw the gates that day and barely missed the trumpets
But back to now it's seeming I'm the topic of discussion
But how can we all function
With this day to day corruption
Got more bodies than the Hudson
And I'm talking reproduction
Chase a 9 to 5 go head and live another life
Apologize but not before you open up your eyes
7 figure check to sell your soul to corporate ties
Tell me what's the price to go ahead and turn a blind eye
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Writer(s): Ben Daggett
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