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Correct Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp Lyrics
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Correct Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp
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[Intro] Check. It’s 6:26 in the morning. I just made this beat ‘cause I realized I enjoy playing the piano. You know… fuck you. No one’s in the room with me right now, so I’mma record this myself. I’mma try and do this all in one take, so there’s not a lot of editing because I’m too drunk to edit. And that’s just the truth of the matter. All right, let’s go. [Verse 1] I said, raps is cold about 20 below I just realized I don’t give a fuck anymore Used to look into the mirror asking “where would this go?” Got big quick kind, of wish that I was taking it slow It takes balls to go on break from the mold I guess I did that, still got some dumbass fans who want KIDS back And I forget that they twelve years old, I must accept that Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap I wish life was kind of easier to figure out I wish it was like Ferris Bueler singing ‘Twist and Shout’ I got a couple reasons that I’ll stick around But for the most part this shit is foul I place my hand on a stove top to see if I’m awake I heard you taking bath salts and eating people’s face Saw the people I know personally See they act a certain way because they working for me And if you take that as a diss, that means I’m talking to you No, I never look down, I got knots in my shoe Strings, made some money went and bought me a few things This ain’t shit I’m just doodling I’m sick of going to the movies and people looking at me Inquire ‘bout some shit that they know they shouldn’t ask me Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting Like eating was a sin but really beauty lies within Guess I wouldn’t fuck me a fat bitch I just disagree with you, determining fat is Want to go to Israel and see if there’s a God there For now I’m ‘bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair Could of been the mayor because I’m excellent with politicking People never say what’s on their mind because they’re on a mission Who do you think you are? And may God damn your soul if you forgot tradition Locked inside a box, a prison Somewhere there I saw a vision Met this girl with innocence And stole it while on top of linens Roger, word to Roger Clemens That don’t mean a thing I’m in love with making melodies but scared to even sing Freaking judgmental fuck-heads, talking ‘bout my life You don’t know me, and if you did you’d say I’m nice Everyone I see always has some cool advice ‘Bout what they’d do if they were me and all the issues they would fight You could never phantom what this shit is like And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke My kryptonite is me Yup…
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