SEX MACHINE (feat. Kermode Zay & Rob Buck)

(Who am I?)

He doesn't know
Just how I feel
He doesn't know
Just how I feel

You would think we from the South, this track will fuel your soul
That flow coming from Eau Claire's got you losing control
Watch me turn this shit around when the money gets slow
My flow cold like the climate when you get to the poles
I'm stepping on this track
Like it's my new insoles
New kicks, new whip
Yeah I'm in those
Nudes sent on the new whip
New shit
Just came In-From-Out of Cali
And we smoking out the windows
Got your girl in a Mini Cooper giving me top
And I just pulled up to Kwik Trip, think I hit the jackpot
But if Rob call late night talking 'bout, "I got a new track"
I'm gon' deliver like a pizza shop
They ask me if I'm new to this
I don't do it a lot
But rapping just a rollercoaster
Get high and wait for the drop
It's no toppin' the shit that I be dropping on the regular
Hottest rapper on the planet of the nebula

I summon Blue-Eyes White Dragon deez nuts all over your chins
While I'm eating Leann Chin
Straight from Bloomington
I be sitting in the bin
Like I'm living in Great Britain
Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie
While I cook beats in the kitchen
Quit your bitching
Your mother built like chicken tendies
Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street
While your girl is kissing
And slipping
And fiending for my chicken
While my chicken sammie's getting cold
Sitting on the table over there

Yeah the kush got me feeling like I'm Helen Keller
I woke up today, felt like I was living in the movie Interstellar
My brain is feeling like it's trapped inside a prison cellar with a dementor
Yeah I'm a director
The way you fiend for more is such a clown ass story
Off a bean at the Bean in Chicago
Look at me, Aroma tee, she in my room like Trivago
She won the lotto
Catch me mashing avocados at Chipotle with my squad hoe
Back in elementary school I was a role model
SIKE!
I wasn't a little shit though
Smoking doobies out the Subaru window
Did you know?
I'm from fucking South Korea
(That's so crazy bro!)
Straight from Seoul
Did you know?
That's the fucking capital
(No way! No way!)
Yeah my bedroom is feeling like it's hogwarts
We getting magical

Get up, ah
Get on up
Get up, ah
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up
Get up, ah
Get on up
Get up, ah
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
I'm like a sex machine
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on up

Sometimes I think like I ain't got nothing to write about
Sitting at the paper, inspiration don't wanna come out
Pops told me be a man, you ain't got nothing to cry about
Maybe he was right, I fight like Tyson in the title bout
To grab a hold of your ears
And bite a piece of a this game for now
Then just keep doing it for many years and many more to come
Flow pure like a catholic nun
Like I'm D. Rose back on the Bulls
Zay the number one
Money at the ceiling like a Christmas tree that's too big
Can't fit these stacks up in my pockets 'cause they too big
I tried to give it to your sister but you get the picture
This life the book of Isaiah, she love to study scripture
They gon' write stories 'bout me like the Zay they call the prophet
Can't lead you to the Messiah, but I can get that profit
And if you think that money shrinking, well then it's the opposite
I don't know where I'm going, but I know they ain't gon' stop it

I summon Blue-Eyes White Draggin' deez nuts all over your chins
While I'm eating Leann Chin
Straight from Bloomington
I be sitting in the bin
Like I'm living in Great Britain
Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie
While I cook beats in the kitchen
Quit your bitching
Your mother built like chicken tendies
Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street
While your girl is kissing
And slipping
And fiending for my chicken
While my chicken sammie's getting cold
Sitting on the table over there