Rain every season is traditional
They go insane every time we release the physical
I'm confident, don't confuse it as egotistical
Not even the least bit of slander will be admissible
Your rap's sound like Spaghetti Western
Before you laced the cleats and ran out on the turf I was already stretching
On repeat mode, strict regiment, put heavy reps in
Keep a weatherman on my left and you can bet he's stepping
I'm the best version of me
If you're not talking paper, it sound like Greek, Japanese and German to me
Catch the holy ghost on stage, ya get a sermon from me
Throwing all this paper inside a fireplace, I'm burning money
You move in mystery, can't drive behind you, turning funny
Propane tank outta gas, I keep the burners running
It's me and Michael throwing shrimps on a barbeque
Skiing slaloms, big moguls I'm carving through
Ya a good son, I might as well father you
If I was in a band, I'd play bass
Where I was raised, and where I stand is in the same place
Never run never ran to save face
I'd rather fall than a chance to stay safe
If it's love being even isn't it
Need advantage point to win when it's season of the Vic
Bad habits that I dropped when I formed from the rip
Shit, point and shoot the cannon camera slick
Nothing scripted, beats that I made are in submission
Waiting for a scratch, finger on the feeder itching
I support it, never paid admission, fuck a ticket
I pull up to the stu and never overstay a visit
My ETA is on the way to make a living
What's the point of being in the game if you ain't here to play to win it
If I wait for inspiration then my patience thinning
Pitching from the jump not just a later innings
Me and my man chemical, arriving right on schedule
Been holding notes like an envelope
Volume fluctuated Tremelo
Been nice since demo
The animals are back up out of the kennel
