Mr. Busy

I laced my heart up from my boots like its cocaine on a spliff
She tryna bark up like it's cute, I went Luke Cage on a bitch
Baby I'm proper, I'm too smooth off of this pain underwent
Don't get your face funny bent, humane insane punishments

Cause I judge like gavels
too much, too often
I'm getting busy
Comma to comma
Lights off like robbers
Ball hard, no rubbers
Sunrise, night falls
But it's all to me the same

Cause it's hard to feel a way
When it's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me the same

My lane different, we ain't from the same linen
Fly it private, fuck a stagecoach, plainer living
Wanted, like I got it made off of paid killings,
My name on deposits like I got my face printed

Hundred bands, I'm cheesing,
But it don't come easy
Whipping pots, stove greasy
You a cockroach peaking
Cause I got so seasoned
Somehow I got hoes sneezing
Tu manques savoir vivre
But it's all to me the same

Cause it's hard to feel a way
When it's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me the same

And now I'm bossed up, new mood, and I got moves underway
I'm who you call up and get cute like it's a cruise on the way
I'm who you thought of when you grew and you want to run away
You never knew such a fate, future wistful cutaways

But I judge like gavels
Too much, too often
I'm Mr. Busy
Comma to comma
Lights off like robbers
Ball hard, no rubbers
I rise, I fall
But it's all to me the same

Cause it's hard to feel a way
When it's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me
It's all to me the same