I keep a low profile on the high road
I take the path less followed, on way to my home
I keep a photo journal locked away in my iPhone
I hate myself for every time I watch Otis and Milo
For all I know, I put in the wrong cheat code
It was I who released all of those Zika Mosquito
I’m just a man playing god, don’t check my ego,
I can’t do wrong, my clips don’t need no reload
Fuck redundancies, and double negatives
But I can’t get enough, don’t need no evidence
I come up with these, I hope they’re relevant
it’s my function, my mom raised a gentlemen
I pull at your heart strings, with a couple rhymes
now, You’re memorized by my pretty blue eyes
And most of the the time I’m a pretty nice guy.
But When Im on the mic, I’m getting bullshit off my mind.