7 Figures

I've been making seven figures if you count the decimal points
Take away a digit and you know what I've got in the bank
Maybe a thousand maybe a thousand-a-half
I'm hoping for a two no more than a three
I'm waiting for someone to come up to me, and tell me they love all the music I see
Visions of me going top of the charts and lapping these artists no Mario Kart
Feeling greener than Luigi I'm sipping on Fiji
I need to be reading some Nietzsche or Dostoyevsky
Need to wait 'till I'm ready 'cause my thoughts are heavy
Online all-time keep me calm and steady
I'm only stalling the fear 'till it's all confetti, damn
So many things that be working my nerves
Wishing that I could be closer to certain to curve
I'm feeling like granny when people be standing
Do I understand it, is Urkel a nerd
Used to not
Cutting on Family Feud to watch, putting games in computer slots
VHS Ferris Bueller got from the movie spot where we flew to cop
A new film every Friday
Now I spend those days selling IPAs
I don't hate my job, I wouldn't hop to another if I came upon
A little pay raise, naysay, day break when they want me opening my eyes
I'm ok, thanks, got me yelling mayday
Just the thought of a job I could get too comfy with
The insurance the lavish accompaniments
Couldn't never 'cause your boy too hungry with it
My intention is something simple
If it's just too high I can't jump to get it
I'll do a bunch of whippets and have lunch with Grimace
"What the fuck do that mean?" Not a whole lot
Hopping on my soap box
Nothing special to say I just like the view
By the way, man, it's Beau not "Byew" I'm

Riding down town, know I gotta throw my shades on
Too damn bright, man this traffic make the day long
I ain't worried 'bout it, guess it's just part of it
Get to take a look around when them brakes start pumping, I done
Took the backroad 'cause I lost my patience
Fuck a four-lane I'ma hit that pot-hole pavement
It's a stop sign every other block that I go
Ain't no faster but a lonely road the way that I roll, and I roll

How I just get groceries and go to a restaurant?
So dang blessed, but I gotta find the best spot
And you know I'm gonna over-tip
And I don't wanna hear no, "I don't owe 'em shit"
Under ten % I wouldn't go again
Now, ain't nobody gonna take your egg roll and spit
But I can bet it's probably coming out cold and limp
And you ain't never gotta wonder why your soda's empty
Tell 'em Coke is mincemeat when matched with the Dr. Pepper
Even Thunder or Pibb, man it's all been settled
It ain't up for debate, it's a closed up case
Unless you talking 'bout the Baja Blast
'Cause Pepsi outdid themselves
Like me when I finally go and get the mail
Or text back soon as baby girl hit my cell
I don't try to ignore, my forgetful self
Just jumping from thought to thought like
I want a poster up on the wall right
Where the blank space is of the all-white Shatner mask
Horror fan, talking back-to-back films
From The Thing '82 to The Shining
But as a kid I'd be under the covers hiding
Funny how things change, used to hate to sing now I'm live with it
Damn