Headspace
Oohhh
What's that?
Ooh, I like that
Can you give me little bit more of that?
I promise I'm not gonna fight back
Time to go way beyond
Memory lane, G, like back in the day
When I claimed that one day I'd be
Donnin' the cape of the motherfucking
Greatest in the game bitch
'n that little incident
Later on came to spawn
What you're now listenin' to
Yawn
But you better get in the mood
Cus I got my dick and it's stiff as a Pritt glue stick
And a friggin' alumi-num bat
Dumb that shit down
And it says you're gonna get clapped
Bitch
So let's get a little bit crazy
Got a feelin' that maybe
Todaysie I'll get a little bit breezy
And say G, I'll
Get in that headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me just set straight
Some of my mad ways
Back to
Fillin' the page with the shit in my brain
Embitterment, rage, visions of diggin' a grave
For minimum wage in a fit of the rage
Even if that's a little outdated
Like memories faded, even if I end up
A little bit gray, I'll never be changing
Forgivin' it maybe, sis
Forgettin' it, though
Makes me get a chill in my bones
Thank God it's not so difficult, though
To get rid of my soul by spilling it o-
Ver the rhythm and flow like I sit in a boat
In a veritable syllable ocean in the middle of
No-
Where?
The limbic system
So quit your bitching and listen
As I
Get in that headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me me to set straight
Some of my mad ways
When the kick and the snare hits and the shit disappears
Yes, I'd cram 25 Mexicans in a van and
Grant 'em passage to the promised land and
Yes I blended in some laxatives from the
Medicine cabinet in the flasks in their backpacks
So I guess that shit's destined to
Hit the track when I'm rapping, bitch
Cus I make pure magic, I adapt it, to the style I fashion
'nother masterwork and it's handcrafted
Imagination tailor made
Swing the claymore straight in your face
Aiming to stain the blade
Leave you in pain for eighty days
And I can't explain
Why my brain went that way, yeah
I guess the question needs a mass debate
It's like masturbating, cus the shit just happens
Wait if that's the case then
The track is ejaculation master bait, and
Thank God
I installed a master chamber
In my head and called it
I mean I went to name it
The motherfucking
Headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me just set straight
Some of my mad ways
When the kick and the snare
Hits and the shit disappears
Bitch
Despicable G
Killing the scene
Once again
With ridiculous memes
Unthinkably easy
Kill it off
I'm out
2023
Grant Studios
What's that?
Ooh, I like that
Can you give me little bit more of that?
I promise I'm not gonna fight back
Time to go way beyond
Memory lane, G, like back in the day
When I claimed that one day I'd be
Donnin' the cape of the motherfucking
Greatest in the game bitch
'n that little incident
Later on came to spawn
What you're now listenin' to
Yawn
But you better get in the mood
Cus I got my dick and it's stiff as a Pritt glue stick
And a friggin' alumi-num bat
Dumb that shit down
And it says you're gonna get clapped
Bitch
So let's get a little bit crazy
Got a feelin' that maybe
Todaysie I'll get a little bit breezy
And say G, I'll
Get in that headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me just set straight
Some of my mad ways
Back to
Fillin' the page with the shit in my brain
Embitterment, rage, visions of diggin' a grave
For minimum wage in a fit of the rage
Even if that's a little outdated
Like memories faded, even if I end up
A little bit gray, I'll never be changing
Forgivin' it maybe, sis
Forgettin' it, though
Makes me get a chill in my bones
Thank God it's not so difficult, though
To get rid of my soul by spilling it o-
Ver the rhythm and flow like I sit in a boat
In a veritable syllable ocean in the middle of
No-
Where?
The limbic system
So quit your bitching and listen
As I
Get in that headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me me to set straight
Some of my mad ways
When the kick and the snare hits and the shit disappears
Yes, I'd cram 25 Mexicans in a van and
Grant 'em passage to the promised land and
Yes I blended in some laxatives from the
Medicine cabinet in the flasks in their backpacks
So I guess that shit's destined to
Hit the track when I'm rapping, bitch
Cus I make pure magic, I adapt it, to the style I fashion
'nother masterwork and it's handcrafted
Imagination tailor made
Swing the claymore straight in your face
Aiming to stain the blade
Leave you in pain for eighty days
And I can't explain
Why my brain went that way, yeah
I guess the question needs a mass debate
It's like masturbating, cus the shit just happens
Wait if that's the case then
The track is ejaculation master bait, and
Thank God
I installed a master chamber
In my head and called it
I mean I went to name it
The motherfucking
Headspace
Just get in that headspace
Let me just set straight
Some of my mad ways
When the kick and the snare
Hits and the shit disappears
Bitch
Despicable G
Killing the scene
Once again
With ridiculous memes
Unthinkably easy
Kill it off
I'm out
2023
Grant Studios
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