Bedroom
La... la-la-la... la-la-la-la
La... la-la-la... la-la-la-la
La-la-la... la-la-la... la-la-la
Sitting in my bedroom posters on the wall
Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, De La Rocha all raw hardcore
Bowls of rice by the laptop where I cook with no crackpot
I traded in my blunts for the jackpot
Dang, Seinfeld always playing in the background Dope stuff don't fade away it just gets passed down
Class clown graduated mastered ways to flow
Im gladiator Russell Crowe when I assassinate my foes
Admiration for my heroes fade away like night and day
I create a new mythology when microphones are slayed
I'm firing on all cylinders I hyper caffeinate
Cause I've always got a coffee, it's Colombian like Pablo
Tread lightly muchacho I'm Pablo Picasso you got no dinero so ergo you done
You do this for a living man I'm doing this for fun
To me a living is a moment and I'm living every one
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
If Mel Gibson helped you change a tire on the side of the road
Would you enjoy the moment or take a video on your iPhone
My engineer left he on to better things
Like a player who trades sex for a wedding ring
You ever know what you gotta do but hope that all these obstacles
Will leave before you do it, it's stupid, I know
Mind blown, wide road
To insanity I plan to be a man that deserves
what I've earned
But I've turned and I've tossed I guess sloth is the term
And I've learned that the cost of your words is your thoughts are they church
When the world around us crumbles all that's left is truth
A mind full of lies is seppeku
He set the stage for me and I've patiently
Waited to kill on set like Brandon Lee
His genius was both catalyst and a crutch
Like a good time that's had by a traveling drunk
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
I go grab my Bible thats final attack a track and I'm liable
For what I rap on the vinyl we acolytes or we rivals
I battle mics and I try to receive the title in the rap game
Greatest to ever do it call me Candle the wax flames
But what's the benefit if I'm ever to lose my soul
Why'd I ever place my faith in the alternate Rolling Stone
Jesus sits upon the throne there's power endowed in him
He's alive I've seen his face outside the Shroud of Turin
I don't mean Jonathan Roumie who portrays him in The Chosen
Though it's nice to give a face to the savior of the broken
And they say you are what you eat, let that be your food for thought
Watching Sopranos thinking bout all the mafia superstars
After that I watch The Chosen I'm on fire for the Scripture
No longer warring on two sides like the Sinai Peninsula
In the Holy Book of Proverbs it says protect your heart
Can the chorus please remind me of where in my life it starts
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
BOOM
La... la-la-la... la-la-la-la
La-la-la... la-la-la... la-la-la
Sitting in my bedroom posters on the wall
Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, De La Rocha all raw hardcore
Bowls of rice by the laptop where I cook with no crackpot
I traded in my blunts for the jackpot
Dang, Seinfeld always playing in the background Dope stuff don't fade away it just gets passed down
Class clown graduated mastered ways to flow
Im gladiator Russell Crowe when I assassinate my foes
Admiration for my heroes fade away like night and day
I create a new mythology when microphones are slayed
I'm firing on all cylinders I hyper caffeinate
Cause I've always got a coffee, it's Colombian like Pablo
Tread lightly muchacho I'm Pablo Picasso you got no dinero so ergo you done
You do this for a living man I'm doing this for fun
To me a living is a moment and I'm living every one
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
If Mel Gibson helped you change a tire on the side of the road
Would you enjoy the moment or take a video on your iPhone
My engineer left he on to better things
Like a player who trades sex for a wedding ring
You ever know what you gotta do but hope that all these obstacles
Will leave before you do it, it's stupid, I know
Mind blown, wide road
To insanity I plan to be a man that deserves
what I've earned
But I've turned and I've tossed I guess sloth is the term
And I've learned that the cost of your words is your thoughts are they church
When the world around us crumbles all that's left is truth
A mind full of lies is seppeku
He set the stage for me and I've patiently
Waited to kill on set like Brandon Lee
His genius was both catalyst and a crutch
Like a good time that's had by a traveling drunk
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
I go grab my Bible thats final attack a track and I'm liable
For what I rap on the vinyl we acolytes or we rivals
I battle mics and I try to receive the title in the rap game
Greatest to ever do it call me Candle the wax flames
But what's the benefit if I'm ever to lose my soul
Why'd I ever place my faith in the alternate Rolling Stone
Jesus sits upon the throne there's power endowed in him
He's alive I've seen his face outside the Shroud of Turin
I don't mean Jonathan Roumie who portrays him in The Chosen
Though it's nice to give a face to the savior of the broken
And they say you are what you eat, let that be your food for thought
Watching Sopranos thinking bout all the mafia superstars
After that I watch The Chosen I'm on fire for the Scripture
No longer warring on two sides like the Sinai Peninsula
In the Holy Book of Proverbs it says protect your heart
Can the chorus please remind me of where in my life it starts
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
Trying to find ways to make the bass go BOOM
Sitting in my Bedroom, Bedroom, Bedroom
When I look in the mirror I don't say WHO
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
BOOM
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Binkley Iii
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