(Yawn) Yo
I remember writing rhymes about tools to get the fire lit
But then the fire still wouldn't catch
Now I'm sitting down with this joint about to get lit
And realize I need to make a fire for this bum ass
Yo! I need to start it off with the flow
But that's it though
'Cause if the story is long I get so easily bored
And you know me, I can't tell you everything
But I can tell you a thing or two about just about anything
And right now, I don't give a f*ck!
I'm a Substance Indulger who probably lost a couple of nuts
And I mean shit, what more can I say?
I took a look out of the darkness and today was a blue day
I ain't gang-gang, no Crip, no Blood shit just a blue day
Zip-zapati-boo to whatever you display
Who me? I'm f*cking crazy so it's ok what I say
Mixing gibberish with shit that makes sense in a way
Then paint that shit on a wall, or a canvas for a sell
Mix that shit into music so forever I prevail
Or do I? Who knows? Can't tell, Ow well
At least I know how to write my magick potions and spells
Yeah
I kill two birds with one rock
'Cause the stone hit of the tree suggest it wasn't my luck
But guess what? (What?) Who gives a f*ck?
I sip Rosé with my joint and a slice of lacquer duck
F*ck! (sigh)
And to think, how this trip started
When I imagined a bitch up in my bathroom telling me to draw her some crazy shit
And so I did, while I was taking a shit
Then she proceed to take a pic and I didn't even hear the clic
And in one of your human nights I became an Insta-hit
Satellite driven forces like the whole world been known my shit
Man, I poke your soul with a shish kabob stick
F*ck with me. Haha