Luunatic

Luunatic - Yes lyrics

rate me

Most people starin in, they always think they got me figured out and shit,

i look at it like it's counterfit, with the stogie lit, and relationships?

gotta nice girl thats startna mean the world to me, no warranty, she's perfect B,

like honestly,

drippin swag and style best believe they try to jock her,

and she understands when im out just kickn flows up like its soccer

take it how you want it, judge me how you see it,

im just a human bein and my future i try to wheel in,

no road or path yet but i think about everytime im staring at the ceiling

thinkin ways to make a killin' and its fuck a niggas feeling,

im tryna figure out the code, theres no damn key to success,

im just waiting to explode with every song that i invest,

it's a test, and only god can really judge me,

society's so ugly, but i look around, like fuck, the majority

of the world aint sane but i put a smile on like we're all the same

lookin down the road and it's mile's on but i lace my shoes like its time for game

it's killin me, i try to settle with simplicity,

but the world's complex and the people be,

transparent it's so sick to see,

it's hard to see how someone really is, no way to find out.

people wearin masks , treat em all like socks try to flip them all inside out

X2

there's no doubt, your closest friend, will turn their back and just pretend,

that they close and all with the hand they lend, but they using you like an instrument

i see alotta words tossed in the air but the meanins hollow,

so i stick the middle finger up, and the index finger follows,

- kevin mcCall, slow, steady, we ball so, leave or applause.

or, fake it you frauds.

myself that i propel in , cleanse your mind like you purell'd it

that's some illumanti shit, but there's really no way to telln,

so i, just wait this friday out untill a homie calls me,

party, always showing late ina fasion; no tardy.

skinny yellow fella rappin? oh that sounds retarded

gifted as an artist , age 13 the roots was started

everything seems alright, so why be picky for,

and them pogo jumpin' tricks stick to the skin like sticky notes

even though, the income slow, i give them all X, like the mtv show,

next,template them like texts, and that's to the rest, no es, cort,

this is my best sport, so why must you test for..

you peasants, use the backdoor,

walk the hall of shame, imprint my name in ya brain again, in ya brain again.<br />

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Thanks to razvan

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