[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss]
In the back of the club them girls tell me stay off my phone
I look back & shrug, lyrics always stay on my dome
I just wanna gas until they place me on my throne
But for now I'm on that bread mission, cravin' for scones
Placed in the matrix alone, steady pacin' for bones
Introverted, but wonderin' what it takes to be known
While ya'll chasin' Patron I'm just chillin' in my lurk stance
Iller when I k** it you can feel it in your first glance
In my work pants skatin' down your avenue
Drippin' these black mops or makin' a rap or two
Or pickin' these padlocks, doin' what we have to do
Need some footy but Johnny Cult's posted at Havasu
We ain't lackin' tools we got what we need
But for some reason peoples feelings get caught in between
So it's always back to square one I'm lost in a scene
Where I'm forced to think in images, cropping our team
Bad to constantly dream time to turn them into actions
Trabajando got 'em concerned about our pa**ions
Earnin' our pa**es from burnin' & smashin'
Postin' flyers of our shows to make sure they crackin'
We just askin' for a fraction of the market
Buying into lifestyles, stagnant in a tar pit
s**ers is targets, I'm chuckin' a hard pitch
And at the same time got to stay in touch with these artists
Nothin' is harmless that's what I've learned
If you think of trust you might as well just asked to get burned
In my line of work people forget their past when they turn
So I tell 'em it's good to create a path to return, Ipkuss