ID Labs - Desperado lyrics

[Intro] Dedicated too, this dedicated to... f** it [Verse 1] Uh, I got a pocket full of posies Some devil with a pitchfork keep talking like he know me I'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece Get no sleep, ill as f**, the hospitals seem so weak I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory Put me in a room of people, how the f** could I be lonely? I only get money, these labels tryna clone me Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete So, I try to keep 'em in my head It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pa** Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last A bunch of stress, you see this mic is like my punching bag Rock 'n' roll, d** and cash, you softer than a bubble bath s**a a** mothaf**a, mothaf**a's sediment Doper than the sh** that k**ed Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm on a camel I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals You want a war? I got a lot of ammo You ain't a soldier cause you rocking camo Young Rambo, hundred million fans though And I do it big, you a iPod Nano Fire on wax, look like I rock candles Yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my channel [Interlude] That's HBO b**h, you gotta pay for that, your channel's free (I'm gonna f**ing k** you) Um, Imaxin' sh** mothaf**a, yeah, s** my dick [Verse 2] Hey, ayo, I'm 'bout to start gambiling with Ambien, I'm dutch smoking That's a strike but f** bowling, I could tear a pin of Maryland See, I'm American, apparently it's damaging To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn Monroe, looking dumb hoes who want to much dough And come close to have you straight tripping when you jump rope Don't rock the love boat, this business f**ing cut throat And it's gonna crack if you just paint the wall with one coat Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog These rappers who be hating probably need to get a job See, me I'm with my squad, getting money, living comfortable I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though f** a toast, y'all is f**ing broke, cut ya throat Judging me is nothing dope, boy you lying under oath God made the world, why did man make the scriptures? And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler? I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture Of the one Laurence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold If my skin gets filled up, I'mma tat my soul Running out of paper, writing on my hand Hundred thousand haters writing 'bout my jams Want a number one independent album? I'm your man I'mma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand [Outro]