French Vanilla Ice Cream. (feat. Baad Beats Collective)

Whadup youngins
I don't do well with greetings
Man this a shit show
I'm not good at arranging
I mean it's clear to me, I'm prophetic
But some say that I'm prolific
I say I'm a freak for love stories and heartbreaks
Pancakes have a weird taste
I rest my case
The world is a large buffet
Eat as much you like
But it's life and it's yours to pay
Hmm I don't get life per se

Got a keeper but sometimes
She just can't catch me
Surrounded by real ones
Hate can't affect me
Had to hurt myself to know
That it's the real me
Master of ceremonies
Only my girl can claim me
Got my watch on New York time
To tell that I'm a best seller
Y'all be calling them the future
Guess ya'll living in the past
They are just trend setters
Well I'm an era maker
So you best believe

I don't want no drama
Let me live it up and make some commas
But don't leave me
I've been going crazy there's no sleep
It's just mental trauma
But it's getting good

Acquaintances and strange places please me
Close ones are distanced, don't tease me
A mere fiasco, a prank dial and eve tease
Stained paths aren't safe for my ladies
What warrior? keypad or arcadia
Troll hunts, interior
Protest superiors
Low intellect and barriers
A sweet toned canary
Sing from the heart and bury
The lost thoughts of travelers

I don't want no drama
Let me live it up and make some commas
But don't leave me
I've been going crazy there's no sleep
It's just mental trauma
But it's getting good