wake up sweating out shots
i got steez like out of my pores
i got keys surrounded by doors
and i did drop right out of my course
now i just rap as loud as i want
it's a mixtape so not a damn thing
life is a box of chocolate treats
but all the bad vibes the camera don't miss
and all your bad thoughts you had to notice
of your own sweat while i'm warming up
i walk around town like i'm the shit
my dreams. did i mention grunge is back
girl smoke a soundgarden just relax
a lot of drunk motherfuckers talk a bunch of crap
i keep my head down and focus on sparks
spin dry life our clothes are not us
we can make wine with a piece of a mind
i know that heartbreak's the reason i rhyme
they talk about cash like things will be fine
like problems collapse when faced with tall stacks
build up and tear down and that's the format
i go backwards up the wrong track
leading my people into the water
leading my people hoping they'll follow