"His leg is gonna snap by way of his own hold
At the hands of Stone Cold"
What I'm hearing in the back, J.R.'s rap
As I'm doing laundry and other ordinary shit
Cuz I'm an ordinary kid
Meanwhile, I'm spittin' like I got an extraordinary gift
I'm on that extraordinary lift
Higher than that imaginary cliff
Man, its fam bro, the kind that never quits
Unless its smoking or throwing vocabularic fits
Uniquely, I sit, where finishing what we started means starting over again
Something new. Era of the chosen few
Being something different because you have to
Normalcy is no option when your goal is leading all the loons
Or leaving me in ruins, living on dabloons
Voicing your own cartoon
Doing it all because every life is moot
Except for the lives that you put value into
You have the key to every treasure
Nothing has value until its lucky enough to mean something to you
Who, or what, are your lucky few?
Coach bag, MK wallet
Materialistic sickness if that's what you wanna call it
Facebook friending is a business
Limitless connection but
Are you listening
Are you listening?
The darkness is a mystery
I see these demons visibly
I see them when they're visiting
They try and talk, belittle me
Wake up from a nap cuz I couldn't sleep
I had to write this rap cuz I couldn't think
Sleep efficiently or else you'll wake up all types feeling all types of jittery
It's a nightmare you couldn't wait to sleep
OD
Dont sleep on me
Stocking up on stars at the bar
Take a couple drugs you go to Mars
Please don't take a pill before you sleep
You'll probably wake up next to someone that you wouldn't think
Wondering what happened as you in a mirror by the sink
Then you see a picture that you accidentally posted
Dont trust every party that these people hosting
Ain't no telling what they doing or they hoping
Probably drug you up with intentions that you coasting
Until you're dead and your body's laying on the sofa
Are you listening?
Wait til I blow up
Dynamite gonna show you what you sleeping on
I'm seeking a better entrance
No, please I insist
Right now, I can fix it but my heartbeat just won't hold its rhythm
All these rappers I'ma get 'em
All these rock stars I'ma get 'em
All these pop stars I'm gonna collide with them
Causing a stellar collision, I'm on a mission from Mars
I'm an alien with plans for the stars
Winning at letting shit sink in from the start
Never meant to fit out
Mother said, brother meant get me out
Fire up that spaceship in the yard
Take it out for a spin
Celebritizing myself, don't get excited
Dont be bummed if I leave, I'm not going to far
Following all my fallen callings
The sky is falling, but I'm stocking up on stars
I'm Bill Cosby
Why?
You don't wanna sleep on me
Odder Moniker - Bill Cosby (feat. Mike Khaos) Lyrics
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"His leg is gonna snap by way of his own hold
At the hands of Stone Cold"
What I'm hearing in the back, J.R.'s rap
As I'm doing laundry and other ordinary shit
Cuz I'm an ordinary kid
Meanwhile, I'm spittin' like I got an extraordinary gift
I'm on that extraordinary lift
Higher than that imaginary cliff
Man, its fam bro, the kind that never quits
Unless its smoking or throwing vocabularic fits
Uniquely, I sit, where finishing what we started means starting over again
Something new. Era of the chosen few
Being something different because you have to
Normalcy is no option when your goal is leading all the loons
Or leaving me in ruins, living on dabloons
Voicing your own cartoon
Doing it all because every life is moot
Except for the lives that you put value into
You have the key to every treasure
Nothing has value until its lucky enough to mean something to you
Who, or what, are your lucky few?
Coach bag, MK wallet
Materialistic sickness if that's what you wanna call it
Facebook friending is a business
Limitless connection but
Are you listening
Are you listening?
The darkness is a mystery
I see these demons visibly
I see them when they're visiting
They try and talk, belittle me
Wake up from a nap cuz I couldn't sleep
I had to write this rap cuz I couldn't think
Sleep efficiently or else you'll wake up all types feeling all types of jittery
It's a nightmare you couldn't wait to sleep
OD
Dont sleep on me
Stocking up on stars at the bar
Take a couple drugs you go to Mars
Please don't take a pill before you sleep
You'll probably wake up next to someone that you wouldn't think
Wondering what happened as you in a mirror by the sink
Then you see a picture that you accidentally posted
Dont trust every party that these people hosting
Ain't no telling what they doing or they hoping
Probably drug you up with intentions that you coasting
Until you're dead and your body's laying on the sofa
Are you listening?
Wait til I blow up
Dynamite gonna show you what you sleeping on
I'm seeking a better entrance
No, please I insist
Right now, I can fix it but my heartbeat just won't hold its rhythm
All these rappers I'ma get 'em
All these rock stars I'ma get 'em
All these pop stars I'm gonna collide with them
Causing a stellar collision, I'm on a mission from Mars
I'm an alien with plans for the stars
Winning at letting shit sink in from the start
Never meant to fit out
Mother said, brother meant get me out
Fire up that spaceship in the yard
Take it out for a spin
Celebritizing myself, don't get excited
Dont be bummed if I leave, I'm not going to far
Following all my fallen callings
The sky is falling, but I'm stocking up on stars
I'm Bill Cosby
Why?
You don't wanna sleep on me
At the hands of Stone Cold"
What I'm hearing in the back, J.R.'s rap
As I'm doing laundry and other ordinary shit
Cuz I'm an ordinary kid
Meanwhile, I'm spittin' like I got an extraordinary gift
I'm on that extraordinary lift
Higher than that imaginary cliff
Man, its fam bro, the kind that never quits
Unless its smoking or throwing vocabularic fits
Uniquely, I sit, where finishing what we started means starting over again
Something new. Era of the chosen few
Being something different because you have to
Normalcy is no option when your goal is leading all the loons
Or leaving me in ruins, living on dabloons
Voicing your own cartoon
Doing it all because every life is moot
Except for the lives that you put value into
You have the key to every treasure
Nothing has value until its lucky enough to mean something to you
Who, or what, are your lucky few?
Coach bag, MK wallet
Materialistic sickness if that's what you wanna call it
Facebook friending is a business
Limitless connection but
Are you listening
Are you listening?
The darkness is a mystery
I see these demons visibly
I see them when they're visiting
They try and talk, belittle me
Wake up from a nap cuz I couldn't sleep
I had to write this rap cuz I couldn't think
Sleep efficiently or else you'll wake up all types feeling all types of jittery
It's a nightmare you couldn't wait to sleep
OD
Dont sleep on me
Stocking up on stars at the bar
Take a couple drugs you go to Mars
Please don't take a pill before you sleep
You'll probably wake up next to someone that you wouldn't think
Wondering what happened as you in a mirror by the sink
Then you see a picture that you accidentally posted
Dont trust every party that these people hosting
Ain't no telling what they doing or they hoping
Probably drug you up with intentions that you coasting
Until you're dead and your body's laying on the sofa
Are you listening?
Wait til I blow up
Dynamite gonna show you what you sleeping on
I'm seeking a better entrance
No, please I insist
Right now, I can fix it but my heartbeat just won't hold its rhythm
All these rappers I'ma get 'em
All these rock stars I'ma get 'em
All these pop stars I'm gonna collide with them
Causing a stellar collision, I'm on a mission from Mars
I'm an alien with plans for the stars
Winning at letting shit sink in from the start
Never meant to fit out
Mother said, brother meant get me out
Fire up that spaceship in the yard
Take it out for a spin
Celebritizing myself, don't get excited
Dont be bummed if I leave, I'm not going to far
Following all my fallen callings
The sky is falling, but I'm stocking up on stars
I'm Bill Cosby
Why?
You don't wanna sleep on me
Writer: Kyle Tennison, Michael Curry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid