Danny!

Danny! - Mind's Made Up lyrics

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I've made up my mind for a lifetime

I've made up my mind for a lifetime

Bring in the verse and let's go

I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know

That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France

I spent seven hours pickin' out a pair of pants

I'm just a rapper, a bastard child

But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards

After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two

It's kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do

Like this one time, I must've set the time

One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8

I had to be at work in fifteen

But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean

After showerin' another half-an-hour when

I iron a shirt, you've gotta try it, it works

I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead

I swallowed my pride and got out of bed

Funky as hell

Now I'm at my baby mom's house

If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I'm out

Kinda mad another nigga treats her better than I did

But I'm here to see my kid

Me and Zoe playin' patty-cake

I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin' something to eat

So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate

I look up and my baby mama's standin' in the doorway

She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way

Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"

Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave

But she'd be calling me for weeks

And I wouldn't be able to breathe

All I want is mashed potatoes and greens

Apple juice, where the cups at?

Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor

Ahhh, fuck it; just listen out for the door

Man, pass me a towel

D. Swain, and I'm back as

The phat trackmaker, for paper

I would razor-blade your black ass

But don't think for a second that I'm clueless

Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue bitch

But before I let you go, true story:

I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin' for me

But this one guy was booin' at the top of his lungs

Being rude and obnoxious, son

So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get

The same lame nigga in my face, making a threat

He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack

And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?

A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him

But if I did then I'd be missin' music

It's been a year to the day that I took that chance

I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since

Yo that's real talk man

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