Switch Up

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh
Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical
Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through
To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through
Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop
Hear that swish, stay casual
Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too

Thought I should switch it up, get my jazz on
Getting groovy, drifting up, better hold your hats on
Missing lungs, or just at the bottom of stacks on
No hugs, if you risky better fasten up

A bumpy ride, climbing up the stairs to above the sky
I wonder why, everybody rush their rhymes
I take my time, no Russian lines, no war mentions, don't address the crimes
I ain't that guy, I'm just here to have fun with my life

To have fun with the time I have, Ay yuh
Kick the song off with some jazz, Ay yuh
Rappers keep dropping things hidden in their stash
Trust me when I say I got a few things to add

I ain't washed up, I ain't dried out
Watch them how they fly south
Darkness hit the lights out
Better bounce, better fly out

Lyrics all got typed out
I don't tend to write down
When they tap out, rap album, Ay
It's on sight now

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh
Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical
Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through
To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through
Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop
Air ball, Ay, it's laughable
Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too

I came straight back in for the second verse
I'm flames when I stutter it, no questions first
My game, is to much for him, he gone finna hurt
My plane, when it's coming in, it gone flip the earth

Upside down, doctor be getting stranger
Metal frown, Ned Kelly, bush ranger
Ain't up now, ain't get no wager
Take a page out the book, all the questions asked later

Half robot, terminator, like my face half metal
Eyes all red, I ain't high, just a little evil
Like an infinite source keep it going like a farmer
I be cutting through people, like I'm a chainsaw held by Dahmer

Held by Jeffrey, he's the worst to hold that name or is Epstein
Scratch that, it's Jeffrey
I be on the next scene

Talk about killers cause there could be one standing next to me
Talking 'bout thriller, the walking dead decide to dance with me

Piano in the back, getting jazzy, ooh
Hitting those notes, but this ain't classical
Hip-hop, with rap straight passing through
To the top, no cap, imma be passing you

Like basketball, I straight pass it through
Pull up, shoot the ball, straight pass the hoop, ay
Hear that swish, stay casual
Catch straight back up, I'm crafty too, Ay

Godamn, Yessir
I'm crafty too



Credits
Writer(s): Cohen Nelis
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