verse
ive been going thru a lot
still im handy no cap
because even when im sad
my productionsata max
im gettingcash
you a mother fucking tax
im inmy bag
yours smelling like trash yeah
im tryna get with some women
of course im asking first
she just tryna talk about life
im down we matchin first
rocket into space and backstroke along the comets
yeah this girl got a celestial body but she from planet earth
im in my notes writing songs and she heard it
now i got her singing and her pitch fuckin perfect
see im no max scherzer but im not in the rafters
you get curved like batters i guess im a catcher
pros would draft em but exposures a bitch
wishing for riches when im lonely til im lonely and rich
an impossible niche that im pillow talking to kim
til she stop the convo short and ask me whats the sitch
like whatcha mean whatcha want a fuckin label
perspective interchangeable imma let it sit
she just want the boy i just want the benjamins
president callin but i send him to messages
im the don how im mobbin got heads bobbin like pendulums my
producer on the toms i catch a beat like edelman they
say that theyre better than dom but scores will settle it
in a fight for the life styled after the revenant
but she can come along if shes got morals
til my style blooms and shirts looking floral
til the day we smoking reef in the whip colored coral
she talks about death then ghosts in paranormal
got me feelin immortal and her ex wanna quarrel
she 8 and this aint the cold war its winter formal
my allies got him dancing now hes seeing star shapes
we dont pack guns little bitch we let the arms race
showed that part to grand pop he say thats hot
hes thankful im his heir not the rabbit or a bad mop
but while were talking hair i might as well compare my shit bangs like im demi lovato way back in camp rock
playboy bunnies coming quicker than a slapshot
hockey sippin women so my brothers get no backwash
though you so preppy im biased when saying chad stop
my ego big my dough nuts im a fat cop
yeah and now the college girls wanna
bring me solace cuz they study
quantum physics so they think they know my
problems give me brain and ill be better by
mañana screaming hakuna mafuckintata
ive been going thru a lot
still im handy no cap
i really have though
even when im sad
my productions at a max
a million in cash you a mufuckin tax
im in my bag yours smellin like trash
kinda sorta like you got your team inside a jansport
sure i got a baddie with her feet up on the dashboard
can you put your feet down please
she aint the greatest ill know that i made it
the day sex changes im not talking bout the trans form
yeah i gotcha mad like a pissed parent who
had to keep the fucking child in a split marriage
now they gotta bring the fuckin child while they run errands whose
running round and acting up its gotcha so embarrassed
i got bars little bitch thats for damn sure
but if shes taking xans its a no if she cams worse
but if she wanna treat me right
then im baby no pampers
honeys yelling bout me like theyre on the maury povich
im not a father but monitor sounds got me awoken
still lonely how i coast
smoking stogies thinking bout the wide open while doors
closing
Artist: Max A Million
Year: 1995
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 387