Charles Hamilton - Spontanious lyrics

Been on some new sh** n***a said Scenario Scenario H Esoteric, better prepared for me being a better lecturer than Eric And I ain't talking Jerome Dikey or even Michael Dyson Behind the mic I get quite exciting But the white in side the lining of my nose Is tellin me that my pose should be a felony So imma get more dough Then what was just tellin me my pose is a felony All my bros, pardon me but yo Are like pro's and they like Spelling bees Because I dont know what they throwin at me verbally But Imma break it down just to let em' see And I ain't playin'... Its not time square but you can find me right here under the lights glare Hands in the Air (Spinning around, Spinning around) Hands in the Air (Waving around Waving around) As we both float...to whats playing Hands in the Air (Spinning around, Spinning around, Waving around) As the Saxophone hisses I get mad at the chrome glitches No one has a Gat so I guess my blown ...f** Pardon me my high just got blown I guess my blown cap dont matter to you old n***as talkin' bout your old riches I got a Dough sickness So sick when I see the dough Because I get the dough Spend the dough On sh** that leaves me so sick No open windows Alt F4 or Control click But I'm too High to even focus On the screen sippin' lean or Four Loko Counting these four Locust Four times four is Sixteen Now what the f** is this Yall worried about whether I wrote this Worry about my nose, as It itches, itches Hands in the Air (Spinning around, Spinning around) Hands in the Air (Waving around Waving around) As we both float...to whats playing Hands in the Air (Spinning around, Spinning around, Waving around) Cuddle with a teddy bear Teddy bear got white in it so I'll never care Sniffing my Teddy Bear Nothing purer than a white in it So for Five minutes I'm high off the childhood as if i spend it Five minutes, Five dollars My business Paying attention to my children Their Smiles are my millions So I'm getting high Off of their youth No Jackson No actin' Not even Bo Jackson I dont make sh** for yall to be appealing with I make sh** you get high and hit the ceiling with And Some how...Some way...Like Jay You all listen to me and get a feeling from it Now y'all n***as is stealing from it Cuz I get high off a what you feel getting numb And I'm getting, high feeling numb And I ain't Felling none How you gone say you ain't feeling some I ain't feeling some, but I feel the drums Coke who*e habbis n***a Yaw'll feel me one day