Bedhead
Bedhead
Still intoxicated, spitting proclamations
Dead legs
I don't feel the pavement, I just feel the pain man
Jet said
"That's an awkward honest statement for this conversation"
Almost clocked an altercation, glad we called evacuation
I love this untethered feeling, man it's so relieving
I want nights of disbelieving, fried throughout the evening
Oh fuck, reality deceiving, why's it so appealing?
My form of spiritual healing
Yes I'll down another easy
Finna hit with you a 9 bar
Like my name was fucking Jaspar
Running you over like NASCAR
Running you over at top speed
Meeting the stars like I'm NASA
You ain't doing shit with your dad bod
None of these muhfuckers top me
Simply, do the math dog
Literally, wish you godspeed
Where the fuck did all the trees go?
I'm advocating for green worlds
Lost Dog the new blood, Herbs is a movement, and Free Earl
All of their shitty ass tracks
Making me laugh, they're making me hurl
Leave them all mumbling
I keep them wondering like Kevin Abstract's seashells
Sleeping so peaceful, then it turn evil
Dreams and Nightmares like I'm Meek Mill
I got like 3 mil, and soon I'll be chilling with Migos
Hermano the next generation, soon I'll be redefining what is ethos
And I'm getting pedicures and I still better you
All you do with feet is eat toes
I reap the benefits with speech impediments
Embarrassing how I still beat foes
She like how my, grows
Honestly I'm not surprised
I feel like Uzi, when I be making the movies
Shining right between my eyes
Way too incredible
Bedhead feeling amazing, not feeling expendable
Lost dog, lost in the world, international
Everything stupid, spontaneous, irrational
I like not feeling or being or thinking
I prefer running and spinning and drinking
NASCAR, yeah I'mma run your shit over
NASA, leave you dead like the rover
I had to freestyle
I just woke up and it's 9
It's raining outside, still waking up fine
But felt inspired to start writing these rhymes
Half of the time, shit is just cloudy inside of my mind
Open my eyes for the first time of the day
I'm ready to take on my life
Still intoxicated, spitting proclamations
Dead legs
I don't feel the pavement, I just feel the pain man
Jet said
"That's an awkward honest statement for this conversation"
Almost clocked an altercation, glad we called evacuation
I love this untethered feeling, man it's so relieving
I want nights of disbelieving, fried throughout the evening
Oh fuck, reality deceiving, why's it so appealing?
My form of spiritual healing
Yes I'll down another easy
Finna hit with you a 9 bar
Like my name was fucking Jaspar
Running you over like NASCAR
Running you over at top speed
Meeting the stars like I'm NASA
You ain't doing shit with your dad bod
None of these muhfuckers top me
Simply, do the math dog
Literally, wish you godspeed
Where the fuck did all the trees go?
I'm advocating for green worlds
Lost Dog the new blood, Herbs is a movement, and Free Earl
All of their shitty ass tracks
Making me laugh, they're making me hurl
Leave them all mumbling
I keep them wondering like Kevin Abstract's seashells
Sleeping so peaceful, then it turn evil
Dreams and Nightmares like I'm Meek Mill
I got like 3 mil, and soon I'll be chilling with Migos
Hermano the next generation, soon I'll be redefining what is ethos
And I'm getting pedicures and I still better you
All you do with feet is eat toes
I reap the benefits with speech impediments
Embarrassing how I still beat foes
She like how my, grows
Honestly I'm not surprised
I feel like Uzi, when I be making the movies
Shining right between my eyes
Way too incredible
Bedhead feeling amazing, not feeling expendable
Lost dog, lost in the world, international
Everything stupid, spontaneous, irrational
I like not feeling or being or thinking
I prefer running and spinning and drinking
NASCAR, yeah I'mma run your shit over
NASA, leave you dead like the rover
I had to freestyle
I just woke up and it's 9
It's raining outside, still waking up fine
But felt inspired to start writing these rhymes
Half of the time, shit is just cloudy inside of my mind
Open my eyes for the first time of the day
I'm ready to take on my life
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Longmore
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