Still Freestyling (Outro)

I joke a lot, I know
The voice inside of me is 12 years old
Yeah, I need guidance
I just turned 30 and I'm still freestylin'

So this how YOLO beats doubt
And hope breeds vows
I won't be proud 'til I'm crowned
You holdin' me down, or you holdin' me down?
Will I break out or will I break down?

I'm calling my shot, aww
This is my plot, aww
Just let me be not wrong

Everything is right in front of me
So I don't see what's right in front of me
I'm only seein' what it's gonna be (two, three, four)

I never had a ménage (no), I'd rather get a fiancé (ayy)
Mom up my ass like a prostate
She thinkin' forward like blockchain
But I'm sittin', thinking 'bout the fourth grade (woo)
I was hittin' on the Macarena
Visualizin' all the packed arenas
I ain't had shit on my hands except Cheetos, that was the top

Back when Dwayne was the Rock
Back when jerkin' off used to be the motivation
I would come racin', tryna beat my mama to my crib, get naked
I'll go on Maxim.com for the pictures, put the shower on while I'm still gettin' printouts
In the shower while usin' steam, and I put the shower head up on the massage settin'
What the fuck was that? How was I usin' stills?
Now when I use my thoughts the women turn to sand
The women blow away
That's why I take Adderall every day
15 milligram, time release, I pray to God it doesn't kill me

My generation a test (yes)
I can feel my heart race in my chest (yes)
Takin' what it takes to be best (I do)
I met a nice girl out West (I did)
But I wish she was more East Coast (that's true)
Guess that's how the story goes
Doesn't matter how I far I go

Fuck it, I don't even know
Lot of surfaces don't need the scratch
A lot of matches haven't met a match
There's a lot of women in my phone who last name is Bumble, Tinder or some other app
On a date, I can't wait 'til I talk about work
If they sleep over, I'll get 'em a shirt
I don't do synagogue, I don't do church
I don't know exactly what I believe
I don't know exactly what we all need

Homie, this shit is a doozey
We all used to writtin' in loose leaf
I just want someone to use me
If you can't be used, you're useless (uh)
I'm just so lucky they be doin' me (true)
Been privileged since birth
Now I gotta pay that forward
How we gonna change that world?

I know I'm different, I'm comin' out and I hope you'll listen
Time's runnin' out and I know I'll miss it
I could fail, but I can't do what-ifs
I'll give you my heart and you'll still want a pic
You in or you out, yo, what you gonna pick?
I wanna be what I wanna be
(What's wrong with me?)

Order, they bring out the lobster before you eat it
And have you look at it in its eyes
Anyone?

I joke a lot, I know
The voice inside of me is 12 years old
Yeah, I need guidance
I just turned 30 and I'm still freestylin'



Credits
Writer(s): David Burd, Henry Kwapis, Jack Karaszewski
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