long nights in the desk lamp
got heavy thoughts and i'm lightheaded
too zooted; i'm space-ready
i can't even get the mic ready
in the womb i hit triangle
lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
they say every song i drop lately
a career launcher like catapults
they treat me like i'm on a pedestal
but that pedestal made of long nights and a hungry soul
the come up comin' but it might take a long while though
in this game there's no winnin' though
just evolution and obstacles
i clear them all still go for gold
i can take the throne and i'm not finished
take a shot like it's flu season
you missed your shot like i dropped with it
aimbot with the shot hittin' yeah
cj miles with the shot hittin'
had to win it was predestined
robotic flow with the wise presence
cleverbot with the next sentence
picket app got some busy mentions
old talks not worth the tension
hundred songs give me hella leverage
magic cards with the board presence yeah
long nights in the desk lamp
got heavy thoughts and i'm lightheaded
too zooted; i'm space-ready
i can't even get the mic ready
in the womb i hit triangle i was born ready
lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
these friday nights smell like edibles and a beaker bong
my neighbour homie start up the chevy we 5 deep with the system on
drivin' the team like a soccer mum
why every girl he catchin' feelings for
i don't even know what's goin' on
she sit me down for a deep talk and then open up like a bakugan
i don't hear shit with the music on
i deal enough with my own problems so
i prefer if you keep it on girl
long nights in the desk lamp
got heavy thoughts and i'm lightheaded
too zooted; i'm space-ready
i can't even get the mic ready
in the womb i hit triangle i was born ready
lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
long nights in the desk lamp
got heavy thoughts and i'm lightheaded
too zooted; i'm space-ready
i can't even get the mic ready
in the womb i hit triangle i was born ready
lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair