| [00:12.09] | All I want is a house and some money to travel |
| [00:15.65] | A simple game putting letters together like Scrabble |
| [00:18.46] | Sisyphus's lesson crushing the rock into gravel |
| [00:22.01] | Which of us truly trust how they knocking the gavel? |
| [00:24.88] | Plus though I be floating around like I'm stocking the ammo |
| [00:27.57] | Tucking the Glock in the camo |
| [00:29.49] | Fuck it, I'm lost in the channels |
| [00:31.21] | Surfing on surfaces, cursing in cursive and shit |
| [00:33.90] | Hurdling hurdles and hares |
| [00:36.72] | And turtles aware of the circles and squares |
| [00:39.49] | To a certain degree |
| [00:40.36] | A person you certainly see |
| [00:41.22] | Is certainly, certainly me |
| [00:43.13] | Or whatever, Kool A.D., |
| [00:45.85] | Till they pulling the curtain on me |
| [00:47.60] | I'm Erick Sermon, the generic version |
| [00:49.51] | Virtually not, but I'm Parrish too |
| [00:52.24] | Shut the fuck up, I'll embarrass you |
| [00:54.90] | Nah, don't care, I'm so careless my dude |
| [00:56.74] | Yes I'm aware I'm a fool |
| [00:59.52] | Sexy and arrogant too |
| [01:01.47] | Son and the heir to nothing in any apparent view |
| [01:04.11] | Thought I told you like once or twice you should |
| [01:06.83] | stare into my raps like Pun once dared us to |
| [01:10.43] | And we did |
| [01:11.43] | Who do we kid? |
| [01:12.32] | Why do we do what we did when we did? |
| [01:14.14] | Ooh baby ooh baby shit |
| [01:15.08] | Groovy |
| [01:17.70] | You feel me? |
| [01:19.68] | Sit back, cold beverage, writing leverage |
| [01:22.38] | Groovy |
| [01:24.15] | You feel me? |
| [01:25.04] | Sit back, cold beverage, writing leverage |
| [01:27.89] | You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit |
| [01:30.54] | Girl screaming "Anthony Obi, hold me!" |
| [01:32.31] | Like she know me, she won't quit |
| [01:34.29] | Already got one holding my arm in this |
| [01:35.15] | But I think I'm bout to add two to the list |
| [01:36.92] | And I just might add you if you equipped |
| [01:38.72] | With some good sense, and some good teeth |
| [01:39.64] | And feeling free like a loose leaf, single sheet |
| [01:41.48] | On the beat I'm crisp like a Pringle be |
| [01:43.34] | I'm on 34th Street like Kris Kringle be |
| [01:45.18] | Just little old merry me, unmerrily |
| [01:46.94] | Calling up my agent, flagrant |
| [01:48.74] | Nigga got me sleeping on the pavement |
| [01:49.69] | Why the fuck you think I made this wavelength? |
| [01:51.49] | Ain't tryna live in my relative's basement |
| [01:53.35] | It ain't easy being meezy, when a measly |
| [01:56.04] | Hundred dollars lost can make a nigga queasy |
| [01:57.81] | I need my full fucking feezy |
| [01:59.63] | Ever since I got grown, left home |
| [02:01.46] | Been feeling all alone like fish a la carte, bitch this is the start |
| [02:02.45] | Of me being a meanie to you niggas seeming teeny |
| [02:05.15] | You stringy like some linguini, thinking that you can see me |
| [02:06.90] | That seemingly might be easy but you're quite beneath me |
| [02:08.76] | You're stinky like a queef be |
| [02:10.60] | From a bitch that hasn't washed for weeks |
| [02:12.49] | Hoes known to jock you geeks |
| [02:14.26] | Cause they think you so unique |
| [02:15.19] | But solely you're phony and only phoning in when you speak |
| [02:18.87] | I'm going in on your freak, weekly and reeking of weed |
| [02:21.52] | Sweetly I'm sealing the deed, revealing just what she need |
| [02:24.32] | Like honey to bees or chickens to feed |
| [02:27.07] | Or money to me or A/C to a hundred degrees |
| [02:30.66] | I smoke nothing but trees, you are nothing to me |
| [02:33.94] | And while you're living in dreams I'm reeling in reality |
| [03:09.26] | 59 pounds on the Eurostar in France |
| [03:12.01] | Business Class feature Sauvignon in the glass |
| [03:15.66] | I don't know French Lucy teach it when she speak |
| [03:18.38] | I study in the bed and I only learned "Oui!" |
| [03:22.06] | Swimmies in the duffle cause I'm tryna hit the beach |
| [03:24.85] | And I'm tired of the Rockaways, too ugly for my feet |
| [03:28.43] | No room for devices, leave it at the beep |
| [03:31.14] | The only thing magnetic is the hotel key |
| [03:33.90] | So baby don't tell me that we living next week |
| [03:37.58] | Cause I'm feeling this week, life is feeling this sweet |
| [03:42.14] | What type of feeling this be? what kind of strain is this weed? |
| [03:44.89] | I know you understand me since we're on the same beat |
| [03:47.53] | You can hear the foreign silence ringin as I pen this verse |
| [03:50.28] | Moleskine with the Star Wars cover, Peroni quench the thirst |
| [03:53.01] | I ain't about shit cause I recycle my outfits |
| [03:56.66] | Dawg, I'm walking on the outskirts of a country unknown |
| [04:00.25] | 5 Euros a six-pack; Victor is you with that? |
| [04:03.06] | My eyes rolled to the top, drop while I sit back |
| [04:05.72] | World's Fair globe trotter popping on a greater scale |
| [04:09.35] | In the end might leave it all, that's word to Christian Bale |
| [04:13.03] |