It's creeping up on something like ten years in the coming
My guts and stomach rumbling from swallowing my pride
But now this monster in my chest is busting through my breast plate
Gnashing teeth, screaming, spitting acid alien style
f** it I'm staggering
Trying to keep my anger under management butI've fallen off the wagon
And for these next few bars I'm bragging
Dog, I'm living large
Like I bust out the garage
Two homes
Two clubs
Two cars
Two dogs
Two L's in my name and I give props for the applause
Taste the blood in my mouth from my gums when I floss
Part of me thinks I'm worthless
And part of me thinks that's perfect
A mix of pain and pa**ion to be respected as a wordsmith
I've lost my marbles oh my God I gotta get those
Time to gobble up these mother f**ers
Hungry hungry hippos
And yo, hungry's not the language cause God dammit I'm famished
Despite the cash I manage can't afford to watch this all vanish
So call me manic
Call me panicked
I'll take advantage, stay pushing like I do when I write left handed
I keep my head under hats
My ego under raps
Push my pen down on the page
And leave my rep behind that
If I was a boaster I'd talk more about signing posters
Or how I use my gold records as my coffee coasters
But I'm older than you think
I opened up to gain some closure
Drag some tracks out of my brain so I can free up some folders
And I'll never ever dream of pressing pause
I be that outlaw, slack-jawed hacksaw south paw
I don't give a sh** who likes my songs
I just wish I coulda played a couple for my Moms
This isn't written out of fear
I"m proving the difference between talent and just a couple good years
I'm spitting out of sheer excitement that I finally don't care
Loud enough so y'all will hear, that I'm here
Epic LLOYD - Here lyrics
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