Stop Signs lyrics

[Intro]
What're you doing, man? You have no bars
Like shut the f*ck up, and sit the f*ck down

[Verse 1]
In the back of the back, in the black amtrak
f*ck a location n*gga, I'm where the rhymes at
Early renaissance flow, 1449 sh*t
I am on my own level, you cannot define it
Define "it", Mathematical rhyme situation
Third eye closed, ignorance is motivation
Show up to a party with Alcoholics Anonymous
Watch 'em snort coke and blast off in some rocket ships
This some other sh*t
Latest in the mosh pit
Call an ambulance without the sirens or a health kit
Go 'head and bleed out
You're not the only one
Hold up my finger 'til you count to one (Zero?)
The story line of Lion King is all f*cked up
Edit the script, put Mufasa in some handcuffs
Why Mufasa? I don't know
Selling landscapes?
Or probably selling heroin to the kids again
My mind is f*cked up, only solution is to go out
Sniff a bottle of oxygen
Instead I'm sittin' in the living room making beats
Out of my isolation
'Cause when I feel sad the music is the obligation
[Bridge]
Yeah, like renovation...
Or some sh*t...
I-I don't know
Continue!

[Verse 2]
All f*cked in the head like Land of the Dead
Got rhymes in the mind like time color red
Feelin' woozy in the movie grabbing tits and all your articles
Motherf*ck your army, I'ma march in any chronicle
Super f*cking comical I'm making beats and rappin' now
All I had to do was make a verse to get you laughing loud
I'm still a joke but any who I'm hella weird though
It doesn't matter still more bars than you, ho
Feeling complicated, aggregated, masturbated
In the truck full of naked women who are hard to play with. (Wow!)
And when all the demons were busy playing with semen
You could say that the underworld was
Ready for freakin'
Motherf*ckers leaking out of the jungle for some habitat
Tax season got that ass back
If I were you I'd dig my grave before an asset
Or try to understand the means of being average

[Outro]
Y-you're just weird
Can't really change that sh*t