[Dank] Hear me (or don't) I been slackin' a lot lately (yup) Life's been a busy bee, bein' a bitch to me Inevitably Pestering the ingredients that I've been desperately combining with my rapidly declining (timing) Ultimately cooking up a display of this off the top recipe.. (A tragedy) Been a bit preoccupied spitting out the shit I sucked outta Jaden's ass (Apparently) (AAAAHHHHH!) It only took a week for me to even begin to think of a line that I could write at the beginning, so I could scheme a rhyme or find some kinda theme to build around and actually make sense inside of another person's mind I'm one of a kind But, I'm kind of sure you can understand the meaning of the lyrical deceiving once you figure out that there hasn't been a moment where I wasn't once wingin' it (Field of dreamin') to think I would ever needa dream in a field that isn't yielding me anything other than jack shit Tryna keep building up a little sylla-bus so I can manage to choke up an extra syllable that I can inappropriately say I guess I could mention, the only reason I'm tryna find a key for pressing is because I met some legitimately, diligent mothafuckas along the way (y'all impressin' me every day) (AAAAHHHHH!) I don't even know what kinda style I'm writing this for, but I can assure myself that I'm gonna audit it to eventually become an (oddity) I'm thinkin' it's best to end my verse so I can pass this to the metamorphic, animalistic spittin' prodigy.. [Hook] Here's a hook, just liss-in Look past the bad lines that I've writ-in No target when I'm so used to miss-in' A little spit shine gonna make it glisten [Invain] No hook my friendddddd! yeah yeah fuck it, I'm with Steve in the field of dreams they aint listen to me when the 50 leased now I got 300 and them Persians free and I know Dank I dun got a dank degree we got so many hits and I spank for free fuck it over the knee, Steve smiling (Cheeeese!) I'm digging this bed, no crying for me why's Freddy a beast when I'm trying to sleep this is Lion King Sega, I'm tryna beat vent right on the beat, stealing base you creep and running straight home "mom, he made me leap" god he talk so much now the product cheap music an influence, so to kill choose it and I'm still lucid, every dream moving not a clear illusion, when the owl gooping now the fast ball got the helmet ruined I dugout to bugout I'm flying fuck pulling the rug out Aladdin or mermaid the Ursula curse now how the fuck Disney fit in the verse how know the reverend been liking the church now got a boom and it leveled to burst loud and I'm onto my best shit the worst out call em Vought when the boys on a beat pound where I'm From its like limbo the tree down more like Derry the clown come to eat towns I'm repeating my dreams and I mean well and I stay humble from that love I get I'm just doing me, and I love your shit layered I'm blocky you got the dimensions like that song saying "Fuck you!" for all interested tier that Steve on got a scuba to reference holy fuck a Baluga just passed by the deck kid and the hula's been jumped every hoop been a death wish cause the fire dun set the whole house with the our best shit yeah
