This that laid back, cool shit, speeding past a cruise ship Left you in the past tense, bloody, need a new lip Cool, wrist like alaska, 'cause it's icy tho We could make you live a half-life like an isotope I've been drinking alcohol, but I ain't talking isopropyl Feel like I'm about to fall, them bags under my eyes are purple Woah, floor getting slicker with every shot Woah, why you got your britches in a knot? It's the sicker spitter, hit a lick, and duck off in the Dodge 'Cept I'm more than likely hoarding someone's blunt in a garage In the midwest, yeah, it's all a front or a facade Such a bummer to be awful at the only thing you got But you managing it pretty well, vile with the flow Think it's winterfell, wrist look like a pile of the snow I don't kiss and tell, if she wanna fly out for a show Then I come and then I go, 'cause I'm always on the road Don't mistake it or hate it, I made my plate out of waste And went to the attic from basement, moving up in my placement From depressed and complacement to "I'ma flex 'til I change it" When no one knew what my name was, I still wrote page after page I suppose that if I make it, then that's why But I don't really wanna be that guy Yeah, I don't wanna look like the bad guy But most my competition on standby So I'ma come through and kill 'em and dig into beats I brag about nothing but make that shit heat They getting jealous when they listen to me But speaking back'll get 'em ripped into pieces Pennsylvania to the borderline From east Manhattan to the Torrey Pines I'm the central the topic like Florida time And I'm passing if she only sorta fine And that's that... yeah... fax, no printer shit Finally got some bands but I don't act no different Thinking 'bout the old days... bagged no mistresses Was listening to Coldplay... yeah, don't mention it, whatever