E.T. - Lost In Thought lyrics

[Verse 1: Austin Rapbaum] People saying Austin Is lost in his thoughts often I saw him caught in a coffin The boss is off and he's costing All the sauce in the office, off him In reality I don't think we've connected I'm just doing different things than what was expected You reject it, I'm feeling disrespected Check this, how I know the next step is fore you get it Forget it (wait where did he go?) Moving on as requested I've invested all this time into sessions These thoughts manifested where my chest is So before you skeptics keep on guessin What my intellect is you should test it I bet it's better than the rest is You could use it is as a reference for that next sh** [Hook: Austin Rapbaum] A veteran And I just came in the game All of y'all best know my name It's Rapbaum Ask ya dads' mom That's right ya grand mom knows I be going in way above ya flows That means my boats afloat But yours overflowed, ye so soaked [Verse 2: Austin Rapbaum] I Got grind like a mother f**ing Dremel And I'm never gonna settle With a second on the metal Why you counting petals Like is the game in love with me That b**h saying please don't smother me You too cuddly she want another D If you ballin then why you such a scrub on beats You just a sub to me not in the huddle B Every time you get the beat you be fumbling I'm the quarter back when I rap Warren sap on the track Running back run it back I did that, just in fact Uno take, that's a lap Sumo weight, that is fat You no great, that ain't sad Pluto's place, that is last And I'm chillin at the top spot People called when I got hot Said I could not stop Like don't you flop Spok Told em once the shot's sought It's on lock [Shortened Hook: Austin Rapbaum] A veteran And I just came in the game All of y'all best know my name It's Rapbaum Ask ya dads mom And That's Jon Deaux [Verse 3: Jon Deaux] Wait How'd we get back on the interstate How to get lost shake your thoughts let me demonstrate If you're losing weight just focus on dessert plates When you get cake make it stretch between birthdays Worst-case scenario, hoes get thirsty n***as ain't ya n***as, but they paint the picture To ball like Jim Jones till they taint the liquor Then find us in a mansion matching in the latest fashion You dead but you dashing, said they sad but they laughing The news said it happened somewhere in the southern Hamptons Cramped in the space like where mind vacates But somebody still laughing and the blunt in front your face, wait Cramped in the space bruh where hot box take place Sound like pop rocks when puffed So this pot must be laced It's really real happening and you stuck behind the fade Right now is a razor keep your thoughts in front the blade Jon Deaux