Skipping Rocks

Duration

3:40

Genres

Urban

Lyrics

Your on your free world shit, and you can kiss my ass About to walk away from this, and you gon miss my ass And if I pass, I'll collect cash and let the wallstreet crash When all we, can talk bleak, that's when I'll be back Having to watch my raps, and all the words I say I'm track doing laps and I curse for days I don't wanna be in this place, so I lurk for safety My comrade intelligence tells me I look to angry Booking all my meetings, playing hooky with fine ladies Your hurting all my feelings, been staying up late lately I'm changing the pace, been awake too long As my heart race, I'm taking a break from songs Fat girls with lace, is all I want But back in my place is the tape I listen to that makes me wanna put on Why does this feel so wrong, but it's so right, I know it's good I would help you if I could, and I know I should But I gotta help myself before i even forget what's under the hood And noone will ever understand me so Fuck being misunderstood Imma, come up to the top of the world Imma be just one man with a dream and a girl Imma, be more than a bee with honey to swirl Imma be that one man always searching for more Imma come up to the tippy tippy top Not afraid of heights but his an iffy iffy spot Doin all I can but if you if you not Get out of the way and keep on skipping rocks This time I'm on it, my voice is so symphonic Erotic, this beats hypnotic, I live this hell, you talk it My train is honkin', I pocket what you deem demonic Just stop it, cause in the end the angels will be beat boppin' to this I've never walked in on a list, Never budged one man Been outlined in chalk as a kid, but still I stand Against the haters, backstabbers, and fraudulent remarks They check the charts for record sales, I'm not in their ballpark I embark with the biggest heart to find another start It's hard and my stomach hurts, ppp, no that was just a fart I'm not stressed, I'm not scared, I'm not sane, I am weird I put myself in full attention like a lumineer This game ain't fair, it's fair game, 7-4-7, airplane It smells so fresh, your air's plain, jane I smell scents, I smell roses, your body decomposes A toast is necessary because mine it composes music