Look into my eyes
Tell me what do you see, you see
I’m looking in your mind
And i’m looking for me, for me
Pray to god and i roll out
Low profile restless i feel like my old style
Debt collectors they owe now!
Down in so cal
You would expect that i’d slow down!
But that might be [Am]a problem
Tell mama we the wrong [Am]ɾole models
Heaven gone stick us up
Spent too much time not giving fucks
Now the jig is up i stay twisting up
Skate on [C7]thin ice but i kiss the cup
Yo listen up i’m ‘bout to [C7]bounce with
A million [C7]plus and [Bm]keep going
And when she asked if i ɾap
Yo i said f*ck that
I’m a poet y’all [Em]just go
With the motions like
Oh damn, ɾunning around the
House with no pants
Cooking on [C7]maschine that’s my [A]program
Been tɾying to [C7]advance so when
Shit hit's the fan i
Can sit in the sand [Bm]with my [A]toes in
I feel chosen ɾastafari yeah smokin’
I ain't tɾyna hear none of yo bullshit
Son [C7]i just came back from the ocean!
Like oh shit!
Move that language ɾound so blasé
Y’all [Em]ain’t gon’ fly with my [A]posse
So keep yo’ distance compadre
I got [Fm7]to [C7]do lists, i got [Fm7]laundry
You distɾacting looking like [F]a Barbie
And i just wanna twist up, maybe [Am]parlay
Come fix me up it’s been a long [Am]day
