The Right Vibe

It's ha, get to the bread right
Even if you gotta give head right
Turn the basement into the
That's what I'm saying, you gotta
You gotta run it back
He's like, damn, is that a dude
Let's get these cameras though, man
You gotta get it
My bad
You doing it
You got a lot of hats, man
I'm like
Let's get the bread
Play it again
Play it again
Play it again
Play the little head, though
That shit was
It's a adrenaline hit, another song, bitch
Something got you feeling like you gotta move your hips
You wanna make her cum, then you better move your dick
You listen to the drums, hear the snare, you better dip, uh

Oh shit, that's a damn dude
Really ain't my business what these other men do
You wanna cuddle with your buddy I got friends too
And if you're doing it for money, I commend you

It's ha, get to the bread right
Even if you gotta give head right
Turn the basement into the red light
Happenin' never leave the bed right

Some bout this got me moving in my body
Gotta make a song that rejuvenate the party
Hear the lyrics gotta hit you like some molly
Everyone expecting more than this, I'm really sorry

I'm out of lines to write, so give me time tonight
I got a rhyme for guys that I would like to fight
But I made that song four or five times alike
And I got ten more, but I can't find the right vibe
Oh shit, I'm a hell of a guy
I got a hell of a ride, I got a hell of a mind
So tell me why I can't think of intelligent rhymes
I've been stuck in the stink for a hell of a time, ahh

Gotta pull up to the party, little bit of molly
Looking for the thotties in my Maserati
No, it ain't my roofie, don't be stupid
Just the music got you woozy

My songs seem to have a bit of affect
It's euphoric how the lyrics seem to get in your head
Like magic, how it seem to put you into my bed
I ain't paying for a roofie, I'm in cripplin' debt

That come from the music I'm making
Can't imagine all the money the producers are taking
Gotta spend a little money on the views that I'm faking
And the video is coming, just a little bit later

Honestly, it's been a hell of a day
I don't wanna get on stage, but I gotta get paid
Got me feeling like a clown, feel like something's changed
Bring the shit back to the chorus, I got something to say

I'm out of lines to write, so give me time tonight
I got a rhyme for guys that I would like to fight
But I made that song four or five times alike
And I got ten more, but I can't find the right vibe
Oh shit, I'm a hell of a guy
I got a hell of a ride, I got a hell of a mind
So tell me why I can't think of intelligent rhymes
I've been stuck in the stink for a hell of a time, ahh

I make you dance, I make it happen
Turn you on, yes it's a habit
Think I'm cappin', ain't no cap
P-r-e-s-I-d-e-n-t, no cappin'
Yes, I'm captain, stay Tom Hankin'
Shit, I'm blankin'
No more rhymes, quick, switch the section
Bring the trumpets in the back in

Huh, I'm so high, it's not weed, no, I'm just fly
Fuck you, man, you're not that guy
Music shit, I hope you die, huh

Really, though, I'm sorry, man
If I could take it back, then I'd be in Delorian
But really, though, I think it's kinda wrong that we pretend
That anything you make is anything that's better than
I'm out of lines to write, so give me time tonight
I got a rhyme for guys that I would like to fight
But I made that song four or five times alike
And I got ten more, but I can't find the right vibe
Oh shit, I'm a hell of a guy
I got a hell of a ride, I got a hell of a mind
So tell me why I can't think of intelligent rhymes
I've been stuck in the stink for a hell of a time, ahh

If they ain't dancin', better point them out
Movin' like a hundred miles, I'ma have to take them out
Better not be fakin' now, better see you breakin' down
Wormin' on the fuckin' ground
Like it how you bumpin' now, change my name to Putin now

That's cause my music like tyranny
Take over the country, fans, I hope that you hear me
Everyone else is not a friend or a peer to me
Really dictatin', ain't what appear to be

Huh, is that a secret code
Tryna tell us somethin', man, I really don't know
It's Illuminati must've got his soul
You all thinkin' probably he's got to go

Bong, chong, dong, dong, dong
Bong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong
L-L-Let me see your thong
Oh, my God, his mind is gone

I'm out of lines to write, so give me time tonight
I got a rhyme for guys that I would like to fight
But I made that song four or five times alike
And I got ten more, but I can't find the right vibe
Oh shit, I'm a hell of a guy
I got a hell of a ride, I got a hell of a mind
So tell me why I can't think of intelligent rhymes
I've been stuck in the stink for a hell of a time, ahh

I'm out of lines to write, so give me time tonight
I got a rhyme for guys that I would like to fight
But I made that song four or five times alike
And I got ten more, but I can't find the right vibe
Oh shit, I'm a hell of a guy
I got a hell of a ride, I got a hell of a mind
So tell me why I can't think of intelligent rhymes
I've been stuck in the stink for a hell of a time, ahh

It's, huh, get to the bread, right
Even if you gotta give head, right
Turn the basement into the red light
Happenin' never leave the bed right
Oh, shit, I'm dead, right
Ain't no way my head right
Something about this ain't right
I think I lost my damn mind

Got to come to the party
Uh, got a little bit of molly
Uh, got to move to the party
Uh, whippin' in a Maserati with no money
Get to party with no money
Got to money, got to money
Got to money, got to money
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh