Songteksten
They're getting bitter, im getting better
Smoking cheese, looking for the cheddar
Keys in the ignition and a sweater
Im cold, behold i switch like the weather
Im told im dumb but i confess i think im a professor
A young prophet looking for the dumb profit
Damn, im off it like measure
Caughing rhymes thinking about a coffin like a treasure
Often i smoke seeds to feel better
And i do, have a beat on a loop and i cook
Food for thought, misunderstood
I stood by another beat, what it took, im shook
Fuck a hook, order chinese a write a book
Low key but im always high like uncle snoop
I better hide these, they like to snoop
Pull my foot, its likely i would make it to the roof
But i didnt, i was shook
Shook my hand, he was a crook
I was lying down thinking bout the truth
Excuse me, wheres the loot?
Shoooooo, shoot my shot so i dont miss the view
I dont really care, i dont stay on queues, its rare
Heres a clue, im rare