[Verse One]
I know I'm not tripping
I'm hearing footsteps in the distance
Maybe it's Santa
But it's not even Christmas
My vision blurried f*cking up my pigment
I'm going ham like Pumba on Lion King when the hyenas ask who that pig is
Don't test my gangsta you might flunk that sh*t
Bleach in my laundry room I almost drunk that sh*t
But f*ck that sh*t
I beat suicide like "you punk ass b*tch"
I roll a joint
My weed stink like somebody skunk that sh*t
I run rings around rappers
My pullout game strong so everytime I'm in Walmart, I get mean mugged by the pampers
Girls waiting for the big ring like the one that's around Saturn
But all I got is hard di*k and bubblegum
b*tch ain't that all that matters?
No, the f*ck you not my b*tch
So stop that sh*t
Go ahead and tell your brother
I'mma drop that kick
Sticks and stones may, break my bones
But boy I'mma take a stone and ROCK that b*tch
Don't play with me
Over on the west end my n*gga Sam got that Smith
Oh won't you "Stay With Me"
I wanted to see my girl so I texted "Bae WYA"
But the only response I got back was "Bae sick ly" (Basically)
*beat cuts out*
[Spoken]
No real sh*t look
Bae, sick, l.y
And l.y means love you
But why the f*ck would she talk to herself, or why would she talk to me in third person?
Bae sick, ly?
(sigh)
*thud*
It's funny how I'm cheating like it's the cool, thing to do
But now I'm looking like boo, beautiful
How am I s'posed to handle both they sh*t like two, poop-a-scoops
So I just reply back
"Ay n*gga, do, what you do"
And don't call my phone or text no more, ho
And then I hit send
My bad, hi
I'm BEEZ and, welcome to, to my head
This the sh*t that be going on
Don't judge me
I'm a pretty f*cked up person, don't judge me
But I'm always real with mine so I just want y'all to understand why I am, whatever you say I am
And if I wasn't...
Y'all f*ck with Eminem?
Me too
But yeah, um, enjoy this EP
I enjoyed making it
Uhh, I made it in my bedroom actually
Hey if y'all know a studio I could go to, Tweet me so I-
*thud*
I'm sorry, that was myself
Sometimes we can't control ourselves
Ay n*gga no more shoutouts, always tryna do goddamn shoutouts
Get yo big head out