Im that dreamer kid who was way too ambitious chilling at the pond of life, fishing for wishes riches? Please! wont get any got love and home, to me it seems plenty saying," what’s the point?" doesn’t label me a slacker when everybody somehow is now a rapper “there he goes another wannabe just bragging! wait till the part about the money he’s stacking” from the bottom of the pond trying to float to the surface you could say im nervous by brains has no service live only once, so like elvis move the pelvis back and forth, god, what we’ve done to deserve this that is ,well, if I believed in him anyway emotions not a mannequin, not on display it’s a no show, keep a low pro, I don’t know so take some notes though, like suppose to (verse 2) How do you relate to music, about ass, cash Grass, in a gas mask? Overused shit, That confuse stupid , loose kids that listen to the radio’s new hit, that stereo movement agreed weed is dope, it all should be legal you loose if that tell me that booze is not lethal I just don’t wanna end up at alone with a big mac And a six pack, dumping bud into a zig zag with a steady diet of jack in the box and a constant exercise of jacking it off uh you may say that’s disgusting but that’s the kind life of husband thats hustling like lotto, my motto is just moderation Its auto , hear bono, and im like change the station nah im just kidding, don’t be an idiot id never wanna be in the radio, period (Verse 3) not to complicate like driving with a stickshift On the outside im a dipshit that causes lots of mischief But on the inside my minds never resting My brains version. 2.0, beta testing Interesting, life is good my dude So if your want a First Impression just bump this tune Im not farmer , give a fuck if my work fruitless I only rap out of passion and break all di lusions All opinions passed down are lost in me Maybe that’s why I made my own philosophy About goodness, or evil of the many brah In the real world its just a gray area Wait a second is he messing, sound like hes preaching? easy resting on those lessons, nothing to be teaching I could write a book and it wouldn’t be made more clear Make your own damn path, you the dude in the mirror

(Dan, you a fool for this one but you know that love is just another stupid bitch huh?) summer breeze, far from moved on so this songs four minutes too long have we started to part, the venom is dark forgetting ing your mark, “sombody get him a heart” but im good now, all healed, everything nice stitched up man set out enjoy life and i do too, kiss someone that im not use to now and then i even loose clue of what the fuck im doing, so blame it on the booze dude yeah cause im gambling trying to master something that i couldnt handle then homies kick me back in gear, see we kinda lacking beer so we blow herbal dopeness to the atmostphere bunch of dummies with shenanigans burn it all cuz, that shits evidence now i m not asleep, nothing to do my mind starts drifting then goes back to you. damn (Chorus) I know, that the past is dead to me now, but many say that i maybe may be lying to myself cause i never think of you, everyday and not everyday do i, think about how you and me would spend almost everyday, because everyday i don't (you don't what?} no i dont, think of you, everyday ( except that i-) but never mind that, keep my mind busy fact im quite glad, see my lifes easy wake up and i better get to writting a little bit of that tune i bust the volume, its just about noon nights spend in the web as if resting isn’t vital end it with the ones with many xs in the tittle, yuck but in luck im not alone grip loosely cuddle with a girl that really mean shit to me thats harsh cold, maybe quite the opposite of my old baby, what you doing tonight without me, might be such a beautiful life but im good now, all healed everything nice stitched up man, set out to find lights in the sun shine of this rainy city while i bust rhymes get at me cmon (Chorus) so much time, and so little to do a miracle dude my head doesnt fill till itll ka boom outta boredom check check the totem still spinning, thinking plenty dream wrote em and my words are the paint for this witty graffiti admit it its silly to say but see your heart is my city sunshine no clouds, godamn can a man think til the stormy night in which i found you standing, we were both in the past, you started smiling at me everything i had one the last, half a year was gone yet i was so damn happy real or not everything that i got i was gonna give up to give it one more shot i woke up, defeated counting my losses angry at myself that id thrown away progress and fuck this, and fuck my feelings , lets get drunk

I know about 3, 4, 5, 7 kids here and I skipped six cuz I’m zipping Guinness of my sixth beer aint not need to get all mad and calling me a felon (what?) ears covered with my hand so you can keep on yelling “fuck! morgan” im a Jack Sparrow drunk and I lack air on lungs, cuz of fat mellow blunts um party ignited and its getting all hype it seems like people don’t remember that I wasn’t invited they try fight it, but im charming its not alarming, giving your girl roses while im pissing on your garden so take a pic, click smile for the dipshit if ima be one then ima be a wild fucking misfit yeah so fuck the popular kids, and that’s a metaphorical way to say I’m not in the list this girl is trouble, and the other one was whos nice but god damn, im a sucker for them blue eyes got it cooking in the oven, imma give ‘em what they lovin’ passion, party music, poorly packed up its all shoved in camera, lights, flash, im better than the veterans with the cash I rip it im sick with addictive and gifted Skill stashed in my veins like dope in the dash-board, fly everyday no passport steadily ripping it, hand me a Ritalin hoping that itll end hard work the pump and fuel to the art world dumbing and you fooling our word If life is just party, hoe then im bout to go and hit up harvard let me slow it down, here’s the info: most people are stupid so the radio songs just stay simple, gentle girl, I just chuckle im a drunk hypocrite with a stranger on his belt buckle (ironic song) (I wrote this wrong) entire verse and im bout go I smell fireworks girl

Im a bad guy, see you as an object lift me when im down with your body after i lost shit and by” shit”, talking about a ghost shes the memory of roads that i chose the rose died, along with her my soul cried, its wrong to hurt so come maybe, baby, cuz i promise you so but only here to take, get me high when im low yo, clothes off, so soft, door locked she say " i really wanna feel your.." its no resting, the fresh scent, of a stranger your body really struck a chord, major no going back, raw pleasure, im a victim of an instict, get her out my system along with many mini -mes, no kissing thats reserved for the person that im missing (chorus x2) shoulda known better not to fuck with you aint got nothing but too much to lose lost in the rush dont know what to do that drug got you like i want you all i wanted was not to be haunted by the ghost of my past you took my phone, on it thinking we're a match ‘fore i could get gone quick, made dreams, plans and on and on… gotta run, shit i needed to be picked off the pavement no reason but youre not her replacement karma's a bitch and ill pay for my crime I might lie, im not the “youre mean to be mine” guy Klondike, what would you do for me? blind eye all my flaws? cuz you knew that i rhyme tight? nah, fuck that, learned my lesson a hook ups not the best bet for emotional investment best then, not get too settled up on the covers soon as im finished ill scratch the “L” out of lover bummer, i say your sweet as a honey bee but after tonight goodluck in trying to get a hold of me then all of the sudden she got silent pupils like marbles hide behind eyelids face of an addict almost automatic she wanted to fall in love and i had a bad habit to make the wrong choices of medicine and break her heart for my own better end but songs not about her and its not about you it just about fucked up shit that i do

its so simple, the kid claims to know it: world is deaf to words and breaths of nameless poets Accept it Rhythm like venom, chronicle Fills his bodys empty veins, its Phenominal Alive, again, and im here to stay Im your life, your friend, your pride, your fear, your shame you feel the same, dripping in the freezing rain he kicks a habit to just spit his pain right out by writing on a pen without ink spraying on a wall that gives a shit what you think he should quit like lit cigarette, infinite Live lie not life if he don’t give an F in it Behind scars emotions are barricaded And im everything that he’s ever hated Im hip hop slowly resurrected from the dust, when you understand its Everything inside of you, its us (chorus) You’re all ive ever known Come to my sleep you always got me running home Handful of roses, youre my blood and brittle bones My soul, an open throne You’re all I know (verse 2) i was born out the root and the struggle of my oppression power to my people whenever my name was mentioned put down the question. Put up a mic stand steadily leaking into the brain of the white man animal, sitting on top of his desk capital, slitting the necks and chests for justice ,add it all equals, this thorny mess of contradictions, passing up reality, escaping on to fiction buying various glasses, gripping tight just to see the world a tad different like its gonna make a difference at all no matter how high he's just bound to fall thats my last breath for now gotta go im more than love, more than lust, more than woe Im hip hop, slowly resurrected from the dust, when you understand its Everything inside of you, its us

(verse1) please look at me, I want your attention so much that id lie to get it by twisting perceptions of, who am I as a person, spit a verse then hope to be liked but say” I don’t give a fuck like a virgin!” that’s real cute, like the radio play route on my car, that’s mute, it ain’t what Danni grays about its art so why not make the people feel what your really feel I think that’s what Tupac meant when he said keep it real You could spit the coldest bars, the filthiest lines, Or something far from rap shit hard to define You could have the perfect timing, learn the rhyme scheme hoping eyes seem open, turn the blinding spoken word, and the kids of the generation growing up looking up to rappers who aint really knowing you could affect these kids, the feedback I tell you how I know, because I was the kid in rehab thinking “yo, if they do it I can do it too” you could think, fuck it , im fluid it’s just music dude and have the dopest wordplay heard yet But if you’re not speaking you then might as well not say SHIT (chorus) How, since long ago my reflection knowthat’s not me I cant let it go, and I cant go back cuz my my my… How ?, since long ago my reflection know that’s not me and its just a show I will never find a better me (Verse 2) im a hypocrite, at rap battles I let my inner prick Cocky kid coming out saying “I kill this shit!” it’s a cheap talk business so don’t judge on that, that shit impress a princess if you, make assumptions do it to this, my music cuz on this mixtape theres not one lie, i refuse it by end of this shit i hope you feel like you know me open up my chest on stage, show you where my soul be a heart that cries, bleeds, and has hella bad habits but I see it as a lesson when im looking back at it from, almost being arrested, at 15 impressed with the sex and drugs everyday like I had success shit my parents worked hard to get me into this country how much more ungrateful can theyre son be but ima stand up straight, rock hard they didn’t do that to see my ass in the back of a cop car (Chorus) How? since long ago my reflection know that’s not me I cant let it go, and I cant go back cuz my my my… How ?, since long ago my reflection know that’s not me and its just a show I will never find a better me

(Verse 1) (based on a true story) its far fetched but im down to go reach, gotta at least start at the part when we were at the beach me , my friend, and some people just hanging chill out in the sun was our main plan then, it started to develop and epidemic, they got a hold that I could spit and now should get a medic cuz apparently this other dude cuz is so filthy he’ll kill me, but I bet in fact hes bad and that the crowd will feel me spitting next me you problem prone so got up on my feet to just walked alone heading to the battle while im thinking hella hard to get a little of the bars like a busted phone but i found another way hit it cuz lotta hate is given, try limit on the rapping lyrics while turn it to a motherfucking shark that likes to snack on wack raps, and yapping critics boom sitting for a ride for the hell of it, kicking it like bekham when hes happens to be relevant betting for a minute if I gotta any suprises ill be using plenty of it like my main element (genuine gasps of air) (Verse 2) (BeatBox) if wack rappers were a race, id be grandpa racist (sure) raised eyed brow first, but they nod their faces Scenery ‘s the worst, posers, wacks, and fake shits Claiming they’re so fresh but my palates tasteless little bit of music can surely cause my amusement improvement is what they loosing, im cruising yet im the new kid your ruin it a soon as you open your godamn mouth in the special Olympics not one yall stand out, Ill call you out the blue, tell the crips you’re with em and all your tracks useless like nipples on men grow a pair(pear), not a grape! fuck a beat with no permission, guess that is considered.. great, putting words in my mouth, outta bet you least buy me dinner first, alphabet soup spitting meaningless words, like the rest do I suggest you swim away cuz to Neptune Im.. a shark in the water

Tell people ” ill settle for the same cuz im ive been a little scared to fail”, they remain all silent now, tell people” Ill achieve all of my dreams “ and they look at you like you from an insane asylum get the strength to fight em, and that’s coming from me a slacker artist and bad apple who fell far from the tree so what you see, its just jaded imagery rise and sleep , cuz we made it in my dream in between you and me, um im a perfect example of giving on up on shit I claim to get handled and im not alone in this spot that im in but the rest claim they wont stop till they win Right now, ive found, passion for the art so my future should be set and not just doubted from the start Hit this, Business, skills to top em but ill cut off half the effort just to prove im common, shit Id love to do this a living id love if any person in the world that never fit in felt home in my written words that im spitting, hold to my vision, cuz i , might admit that im prone to bitching but I gotta a mission what? is to start to getting it down instead of fucking wishing up, so we just say wassup, we need no bitches fucked, and I could go on all my life without a million bucks but id hate to loose the one to choose the fun, booze and rum, over my truth is dumb shooting for the top, with a top ramen diet burn another blunt like you’re not down to try it shit I could see my future right now I put the mic down settle for the plan that they write out or I toss the fucking paper aside not let my fear of failure be the one to decide cause im new kid and so are you, if you enter any room and got nothing to prove if your acting all aloof, youre just stuck in a loop if you don’t got any roots, your just grown to be food real deal now betting that failing that doesn’t have any more appeal found in wrecking and letting your daddy’s bently wreck the wheels out step it up princesses, rest of us witness the staircase getting taller while the best just count missed steps guess im not as bad youd have think I finished this, way back I coulda quit I did my best to impress someone and it just oh so happens that you, you, you’re not it its not to get fame or find wealth music is the medicine made for myself if you didn’t like it, check back in a year that is if I am still here