am i shaving my tongue or eating pubes

Got a relatively simple track to spit all over
These lucky charms are really lucky, they got four-leaf clovers
A dandy candy breakfast fixes all of my hangovers
This beat gets fucking crazy if you listen closer

Hear the fucking 808?
That shit was made from a vibrator on a plate
Wanna laugh, go ahead I'm still getting paid
So do your fucking makeup while my pay up you ain't getting laid
You a munch, I'm a legend, guess who got the taste
Live my life up on a dream, ain't got the time to waste
My day ones push me for the better, buy our own place
Make our projects, in the complex, we'll live out our days

You think you're fucking baller in that goofy Nike tech
And I hate to burst your bubble, you need a reality check
So just think outside the box cause you may need to inspect
Your personality's more than what you show on your neck
A crowd won't fix the problems that you lock deep away
Your inner child's locked in a safe, it will decay
Unless you do the work and reverse, you've gone astray
Cause the money won't resolve the problems we got nowadays
The planet is burning, economy's hurting, politics are diverting, it's so alerting, we seek a diversion, buy an expensive Porsche and wait for the flirting you get home and you're still yearning for more than your earnings
Cycle is concerning
Beyond the mask you enact and project onto others
How healed and connected are you with all of your brothers?
They'd be so disconcerted, left them in the gutter
But that's all fine cause you still suck up to your fucking mother
Make your own decisions, use your intuition, follow your vision, put yourself on television, or make your music, no one gives a shit about your motives go supernova all over these motherfuckers and leave them stoked wishing that they know ya

Hear the fucking 808?
That shit was made from a vibrator on a plate
Wanna laugh, go ahead I'm still getting paid
So do your fucking makeup while my pay up you ain't getting laid
You a munch, I'm a legend, guess who got the taste
Live my life up on a dream, ain't got the time to waste
My day ones push me for the better, buy our own place
Make our projects, in the complex, we'll live out our days

Always blazed as fuck, living on a streak of luck
Never keep my shirt tucked, never had a dirty truck
Bitch you fucking suck, yeah you really fucking suck
You think you hiding, you ain't sly, death'll take you like a sitting duck
Afraid of death like you get a motherfucking say
Curb that fucking ego, generating pure hate
Your narcissism ends, you'll regret it inside the grave
You lost all of your friends, you can't repent by getting laid
That paycheck feels good but how about your inner peace?
Your whole fucking world crumbles when your new shoes get a crease
So take a chill pill, yeah take a fucking bean
Then maybe you'll achieve the demeanor you envy in me
Find your creativity and put that shit to use
Cause money don't buy happiness they teach that shit in schools
Fuck money, I make music, you abuse it, change your views
I made a whole song called am I shaving my tongue or eating pubes

Hear the fucking 808?
That shit was made from a vibrator on a plate
Wanna laugh, go ahead I'm still getting paid
So do your fucking makeup while my pay up you ain't getting laid
You a munch, I'm a legend, guess who got the taste
Live my life up on a dream, ain't got the time to waste
My day ones push me for the better, buy our own place
Make our projects, in the complex, we'll live out our days

Hear the fucking 808?
That shit was made from a vibrator on a plate
Wanna laugh, go ahead I'm still getting paid
Wait is the volume decreasing
What the fuck
I was gonna loop the chorus one more

Ay bro? What happened?
Fuck this shit
Pass me the fucking bong bro



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Writer(s): Ryan Conn
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