hands on

listen all i wanna do is rap and twist spliffs
admittedly a fetish for cheddar and fresh kicks
mixed drinks, women, the endin is the beginnin
same shit, my etiquette no better than a sinner's
day shift is killin my whole rhythm
gotta new home but i'm feelin alone in it
it's so simple, fill a glass with the swisha ash
puff never pass, and i'm glad just a little
then i fiddle with a notepad
and i autograph instrumentals w/ a number 2 pencil
but my potential got a lotta consequences
holla at a loved one try to numb the issue
shit, i'm punchdrunk with dump truck
of fuckups and dumb stuff that's cloggin up the mental
i showed up with some love and pay stubs
try to sell a soul but i'm hearin the rate sucks

they wanna test ya heart but stand strong
try to find land for a brother to camp on
but that part don't come w/out passion
and that's all that a brother can get his hands on
x2

yeaa, the cash call but it's dialin collect
while an axe fall on a brother swimmin in debt
so, i freestyle to discover the depth
then i realize there is nothin under the mess
i figure it's a dream and i'm wonderin when
all of these mysteries finna come to an end
pffft, man fuck it i win
even if i gotta lose and finish with all the bruises
fine, listen i'm sick of followin rules
and i know it's a couple screws loose in the medulla
comparin me to them is yardsticks to rulers
a philip fry brother steady livin in the future
with a new style you not really used to
fuckin w/ a tuxedo flow it don't suit ya, still
i showed up with some love and pay stubs
try to sell a soul but i'm hearin the rate sucks