[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
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