Bafoon

Overcook, food for thought
They want a hook, different plot
Moving slow? no, i dont move with the slots
Sluts, open legs, forget its all about the bucks
Shots fired, im as sharp as it gets
Like barbed wire
Im feeling blessed and inspired
Im chill, they want a riot
Take a pill, im being blunt, i dont buy it
Take a doobie, feeling healed, i was playing with fire
Im too tired to deal with you, just go like a tyre
I dont recognize the moon
I tried but im fried like im eating chicken with a spoon
Soon, ill go bananas on a tune
Old school like cereal and cartoon
The ball is in my court, i asked, they have a ballon?
Im hydious, im high, im lost, i am a bafoon
Feeling like shit, oh my, I dont need the saloon, im shy
Im shattered, need to lie down before i fall, i dont feel flattered
Oh lord, i dont even own a flat, seems i forgot
To pay the bills on time, i was smoking pot, i was online
All in, i stick my cards close to my chest
Is it appalling?
Can you digest this shit or should i be calling, for help
One is falling, the other one is rolling grass when they yawning
Im owning my shit like oh, did you pay for flooring?
Haha, jokes on you, im high, theres no celling upon me
I write a verse and the feeling is man let this be a warning