David Versis - Bon Voyage lyrics

Dipping lunges sticking punches the minute I heard the bell Went away and came back stronger than a turtle shell Rise from the ashes, look at everything I overcame Now I'm twisting j's, just like Jordans in a hurricane Step inside the booth, grab the mic, then I dust it Who's the best? I'm the best That's that, end of subject I got stabbed in the heart, by the few people I trusted Still I blew, shoulda knew Get a clue, Colonel Mustard It's just me and Miss Scarlet Chilling in the bedroom Hands behind my head Stretched out with some legroom sh**ting on these rappers treat these rappers like a restroom Now they all saying I'm for real (pronounced as Pharrel) like a Neptune I was sixteen, bumping Wu Tang Clan Writing sweet-sixteens, eating Toucan Sam, ah Chopping my beats up on Fruity Loops Groupies who say ain't want it with me, now I'm who they choose like Juicy Fruit Look at how they act t'wards us They be bending back for us White boy in the high-tops like Zach Morris But I'm so hot I keep on fighting with the AC Slater see you later I don't think a bell can save me Happy Thanksgiving co*ks**er, things are gravy They just tryina keep up with the things I'm doing lately I'm so enlightened Imma never lighten up I'm a lover and a fighter man I fight for what I love What the hell they bragging bout? I'm the one they asking bout They said I'm the biggest loser they must mean my bank account I don't ever plan on slimming down Take your girl, dick her down Put twigs in circles Y'all don't get it? You should stick around Got nothing to prove I live like I ain't got nothing to lose And I just keep on making art I think that I should hang up in the Louvre Was that way over your head? Cause you b**hes ain't cultured Man I look over my head now and all I see is vultures, ah Success coming, watch the fame rise Busy in my city trying to maintain ties But I can no longer be friends with the same guys Cause they don't realize my music's bout to change lives Men act like women Women turn to lovers Lovers turn to groupies Then groupies turn to others It's all cyclical Stop being typical Start being different it really ain't that difficult I done seen rappers go from pivotal to pitiful Known names to no-names Serious to cynical Funny thing bout Versis is my name is f**ing biblical I struck a chord the minute the doctor cut the umbilical I knew I was different from the minute I was born Now I feel like Stanley, I be writing up a storm I ain't bout being hood, I'm about being tough So when you see me in public we gone really know what's up Loose in the booth, tight in the flow Bust on the beat just to lighten my load They don't know sh** about him Bout to drop his second album (What's it called?) Poetic Symphonies And Like Minded Souls, b*tch Yeah Hahaha I ain't playing around no more, nah For real though I've had enough Yo baby Wanna party with a Vandal let me see your V's up Wanna party with a Vandal let me see your V's up Wanna party with a Vandal let me see your V's up I'm way more than they can handle Imma never ease up though