She said that my music too serious
So, I'll stop being serious
My verses get colder and colder, but that's what's expected like I'm a Siberian
Well Organized, like librarian
Like Crimson, I got a myriad
I am the eyeball inside of the pyramid
I'm versatile, food cafeteria
Assortment of coats, Patagonia
I'm way more alone but not lonelier
I just carry the coal like a collier
She's so holy but I make her horny
Now what?
I'm fly than a bird, than a falcon
You the middle man, Malcolm
If I send you the verse, what's the outcome
It's either a song that we drop, or not
So don't sweat Mr. KBG
Low steaks, I just wanna rap instead of study medicine
Law, engineering, all of that etcetera
My skin is so bumpy, got eczema
I'm deliberate, not a professional
I'm just a kid and that's it
Yeah I'm just a kid and that's that's I'm just a kid that raps
I'm just the kid who left it all and started a band
Man I started to swim In deeper waters before I could
Play cans damn they new I had this planned
They knew i can't explain it
I always aimed where space is I new I could stop traffic
I black out and just race it she said that she was sorry she said she can't erase me
Said she can't replace me
I think I miss the basement moral of the
Story there's nothing called replacements