[Verse 1: Matt Citron]
Can't begin with addressing the necessary progressions you're asking too many questions for someone that's so in question
All your tracks sound like references
All your sounds are reflections of who you wish you could be not yourself your losing perspective
Think the truth's been neglected
Think that 2 isn't 10 you've been counting wrong on your blessings the essence's getting regressive
Damn the tape is aggressive
Album's way more reflective but know I just had to speak on my piece to key in my presence
Levels set to eleven
Friends been checking my pulse when's it coming I heard them yelling I'm cheddar cooking le bella
Tables turning directions I guess I never expected or sh** I did but it's coming much quicker than I predicted
Live my life like a flick that's directed by Tarantino
Hated as far as we know my leather boots in my chinos
Change the key till I c notes
Addressing like I'm the key note
Ain't got the moxy to tell me ain't got the rocks in ya ego
Alright let me try something here
Can't stop the violence
Let's just be violent
Girls stop the crying and boys start your riding in
Let's start the engines with gold rims for tires in
I see you watching I'm pop locking you buying in
Please don't get tired and must start grinding and the dance floors hotters than hell's water ya diving in
Just burn the violin grab the mic and get live as a f**ing lion you must've been dying to shake what momma gave you
Nothing but God can save you
Only the top can take you
A lot of talk from the bottom only the lost debate you
Some of the laws negate you it's not what you heard they hate truth
Only take shots while they watching none of the rocks'll graze you
Anxious from sh** you're up to
Patient they swiftly hunt you
Not one to back it so they'll retract it not one to front you
Come through
Looking like the man of the year
New standard is here
Raise the rim and dance on my peers
No two stepping
Swing the loose weapon
Money, I double up no problem staying for years
The statement is here
This world is what you make it forreal
No stake in my fears
Staples center diesel they cheer
La'Chaim light the menorah man the crystal is clear
Took a break to ask some questions this year
Addressing it here
I cut some old connections this year
Regrets no
I understand necessities here
Had to burn up a couple bridges seen the smoke and the mirrors
Don't worry I'm sure they'll float they're full of jokes and hot air
Not here and not one to stress we keep it fully prepared
Preparing sh** for the album my guess it's coming in February
For now I'm just flexing and stunting crazy unnecessary