Sleeping in the mothers car
contemplate the rain pours.
Dream about the mansions windows looking out so far.
Light the cancer smoke screen makes my head look not so large.
Sell a bit and maybe they'll meet the Lord.
Take a hit,
I'm shaking 'cause the birth is hard.
But I'm a man, how could I rebirth the Lord?
Simple fact,
anywhere there is the Lord.
Check my hands for the blisters as I lift the sun.
If I'm bipolar solar is what I'm trying to do.
I am acid.
I am a kid.
They say the chem trails no good for my lungs.
Still my lungs expand as I walk around the drum.
Should I hit once,
Should I bar rump ah bah bum.
Should I tell the whole world He's due in June,
with no guns.
But a couple of choppers watch Him,
like He never sees them, but that's the Tech N9ne on His tongue.
That's a Tyga prowling 'round, busy springing 'till it's sprung.
There's a Snoop on my trail,
here's a bone, have some fun.
There's a Marshall under arm,
better back it, back it up.
There's a Kid in my sight,
Let him in, that Kid is Cud.
Let me out this kid has won.
All you angels, time for fun.
This kid is only so strong,
and no one here tells him to run.
You want some tears,
I don't know if I could do that for you.
But a couple of miracles in, and I will always love you.
My mother loves me once,
the rest is for the judge to.
I could breathe a couple of words full of venom
that might sting a bit.
Because Yes Burns, like a King on my shoulder.
Like too short but still rolling through these boulders.
Like Kendrick on the track,
trying to keep up with the soldiers.
I still love them all.
Didn't you hear what I told you?
Now Yes Burns,
Because Yes it's Christ,
No more time, this is my life.
And when I leave the stage,
I'm going to take this Mike.
So willingly ready, to amplify.
Everything that's on my simple mind.
In a complex rhyme full of shiny dimes.
Every single wrapper that you've ever shown,
is the same wrapper that I've ever known.
A damn for the flow of my coming home.
contemplate the rain pours.
Dream about the mansions windows looking out so far.
Light the cancer smoke screen makes my head look not so large.
Sell a bit and maybe they'll meet the Lord.
Take a hit,
I'm shaking 'cause the birth is hard.
But I'm a man, how could I rebirth the Lord?
Simple fact,
anywhere there is the Lord.
Check my hands for the blisters as I lift the sun.
If I'm bipolar solar is what I'm trying to do.
I am acid.
I am a kid.
They say the chem trails no good for my lungs.
Still my lungs expand as I walk around the drum.
Should I hit once,
Should I bar rump ah bah bum.
Should I tell the whole world He's due in June,
with no guns.
But a couple of choppers watch Him,
like He never sees them, but that's the Tech N9ne on His tongue.
That's a Tyga prowling 'round, busy springing 'till it's sprung.
There's a Snoop on my trail,
here's a bone, have some fun.
There's a Marshall under arm,
better back it, back it up.
There's a Kid in my sight,
Let him in, that Kid is Cud.
Let me out this kid has won.
All you angels, time for fun.
This kid is only so strong,
and no one here tells him to run.
You want some tears,
I don't know if I could do that for you.
But a couple of miracles in, and I will always love you.
My mother loves me once,
the rest is for the judge to.
I could breathe a couple of words full of venom
that might sting a bit.
Because Yes Burns, like a King on my shoulder.
Like too short but still rolling through these boulders.
Like Kendrick on the track,
trying to keep up with the soldiers.
I still love them all.
Didn't you hear what I told you?
Now Yes Burns,
Because Yes it's Christ,
No more time, this is my life.
And when I leave the stage,
I'm going to take this Mike.
So willingly ready, to amplify.
Everything that's on my simple mind.
In a complex rhyme full of shiny dimes.
Every single wrapper that you've ever shown,
is the same wrapper that I've ever known.
A damn for the flow of my coming home.