Honestly, I can tell she like my swag
But it makes me wonder why she really wanna talk to me
Scab tee on my back, poppin' tags at my show and I'm smoking trees
They tryna get behind the stage, bouncer ain't even got a page
Clothes flying on a plane, flipped 'em, I don't even gotta pay
Walk time, stay in place, real life feels like Kayfabe
I was born on hallows eve, it's the only way that'd I'd stay
There's magic in the true night, new Moon it's a new day
Tripping like a deadhead, Franklin with a bluе face
Mold me from the clay, feeling lost feeling truе pain
Like a llama spittin' on the beat, pitched fixed like T-Pain
I got tasco from the market, spilled it got a tea stain
I wake up with bedhead, get dressed and I still slay
I got my beanie on look like an Uruk-hai, I don't gotta stress it's not do or die
If I let go then I'll feel fine, chasing racks in a trance, in a bind
I keep my roots low and my leaves high, damn, you too slow for that STI
Like J.Lo where my boots lie, I stand 10 toes but yeah I look fly
Blue man group 300 pockets, no plumber, got leaky faucets
BTC, digi wallet, I'm smokin' splifffys like comets
I don't got time to read comments, I'm at the spot or I'm walking
My canvas splattered like Pollock, I read the leaves like a prophet
I flip my jeans for the profit
Asking if I want promotion, you got ulterior motives
I run the styx, I don't cross it
Think I need a diagnosis I'm feelin' so fuckin nauseous
Smoke that doja, I'mma boss bitch
Don't like me, well they just talkin'
(Mold me from the clay, feeling lost feeling truе pain)
(Like a llama spittin' on the beat, pitched fixed like T-Pain)
(I got tasco from the market, spilled it got a tea stain)
(I wake up with bedhead, get dressed and I –)