Laying in bed with no pants on
With my stomach playing the drums and my mind playing the sax'phone
Had a slice of pizza, two pears and a muffin to top it all off
And still complain if I get muffin top
Damn that was some good sh** we lit up
I should hit Danny up for the re-up
I should hit Cali burn the tree up with Lady Jane
The Mary Jane got me with my feet up
She been asking for that name drop since Time To Go dropped
I dropped a tape and signed to Twitterscope, stop
I'm the new King James
I should probably talk to God soon
Feeling like a homie you hanging with but don't know his name
How f**ed up is that?
Got granny preaching sermons, her grandson just skipped cla**
If she was 40 years younger, if the doctors did that
I'd sprain my neck and twist to get away and dodge that whiplash
Actually she's more of a slipper person
But excuse the diversion, let me get in the moment
I'm just laying in my bed with no pants on
Skyping Poetic, but he don't know I've got my pants off
We all got secrets that tend to surface when the lamps off
And you're pillow talking with a lady that you just handled
Puppy-eyes staring, and asking me what you stand for
But she won't understand, I stand up asking where's the bathroom
Did this whole song as a piss take
I hope you all download my mixtape
We've been cutting no corners but the drive do make us miss breaks
Flip the sample off the road and watch it tumble in your replays
You should give me a double A
Barely Any Hook, asking is it on, did the sh** play
And every song you hear my ad lib on is organic
Home computer and a microphone and studio mechanic
Working like a couple hamsters on the treadmill
Like a Gidi bride we just shake up some sh**, until we tread mils
Feels like the whole world is still at a standstill
I'm just laying in my bed with no pants on