Two looks at my mood ring say I need a new dream
I’m up against the clock and lookin for new sangs
Asleep on a new block it’s feelin all too, strange
need some opportunities if I’m gonna keep my brain
Ima run baby run baby that’s just my life
I can gun baby gun but I won’t hit no wife
Come baby come baby into my life when I’m poppin, but that is not, tonight I need a,
New city where I’m sittin alone not the type to have a pretty bitty hittin my phone
don’t know what i want, but I know everything’s gone will probly stay here forever till my energy gone
I ain’t Tupac baby I see, I don’t got what it takes and you don’t want what you need so I’m too, gone hittin on queens. Sniffin billy jean and I’m swimmin in the lean, I got dreams but you wouldn’t believe

This is hip hop:
The only time I’m feelin like me
and you can trip, bop
But you’re never gettin to me
Yo I just sip a lot
Probably deteriorating
Just fuckin’ get lost
Why you here with how you hate me?
Man we just cool and cooling we got our Zune and Truly
Your opinion on our state of affairs ain’t nothin to me
You know there’s times when it ain’t like that but right now it doobie
So I just roll one of those until it blankets my two feet
This is hip hop:
Baby can you leave me alone
Why don’t you get lost
You ain’t gettin’ space in my dome
I’m tryin to get poppin’ all on my own and it’s tough.

They say we drip a lot
That’s cuz we’re sittin’ on ice
I would hang with your people cuz they spittin’ real nice
But Every time you get the chance you actin real sheis’
You can’t hang with the lords of the night

I got no damn, juice, or a fuckin baby sitter I need one I’m lost, take a whiff of my ether I’m cream of the dropped I even gave her my heater
I got lots a shit droppin, believe me I’m hoppin on your ass out the bag like Mary poppins

I’m missin’ on my baby, but by the time she’s missin me, and she tells me what she wants and she tells me she don’t and all the things in between, well baby I’ll be
Over the hill steady reachin’ for the sky
Fallin’ in love with Medusa hardened right down to my spine
Fucked off everything that weighs me down and doesn’t help me fly I’ll be a couple flaps from gettin outta life

Times and a fuckin’ half
Everybody wants dimes in a bubble bath
I already know that’s trouble I don’t ask
I just wanna fumble toward the light have a fuckin’ bask
Baby hit grass, bad-as-Micheal Jackson hitting’ on that ass
Worth ten men that’s no-ones, lookin for a pass; I’m just tryin to get a little fuckin’ snorty of the batch

I’m in trouble with my past you know
New hitter, please can you get behind or under me?
I’m in trouble baby
I’m too jumbled baby
I need to try chewin through my muzzle baby
So I can free all of you other little humble babies